Please? I promise I won’t ever, ever tell anyone.”“That’s your honest promise, right?”“Yes.”“Swear?”“Yes.”“Okay, then.”I did...’t do anything.“Well?”“Well, you gotta go get it if you want to see it.”Nervous, now. Not so sure she wants to do this. But looking at her face I see that she’s thinking she might be missing an opportunity that might not come back for awhile…“What do I do?”“Unbuckle my belt.”She hesitantly reached up and slowly unbuckled my belt.“Unsnap the top of my jeans.”More surely. "What are you going to do with me?" Margaret questioned."Tonight, nothing. In the morning we’ll discus your options which will include going back to living on the streets. For now though, I’m going to make us some tea and will bring it here as soon as it is ready. Leave the door ajar. Later we’ll eat. It sure looks as if you could do with something inside your belly, Margaret. You take sugar?" With these words the man left, returning some ten minutes later with two steaming mugs of tea. Hers he. My breathing was heavy now, and after every touch, lick and kiss I moaned. His hand trailed up my body onto my breasts. My nipples were already hard from the anticipation. ‘Kiss me…’ I pleaded. He moved himself up and kissed me gently on the lips, his tongue slowly dipping into my mouth. His hands moving lower as our tongues mingled. I moaned as his fingers softly glided over my pubic mound, stroking over the black lace of my knickers. I could feel myself becoming wetter by the second. His. Or you can check her phone. She recorded it one time."Me: "Unbelievable!!! How come I did not notice it? I thought it is my wife who gave me the blowjob all this while! No wonder it's feels different from usual sometimes. It was you the one that gave me that super nice blowjob!!"What I just heard is really put me in shock especially when my wife also involved with her mother. How does she feels when someone else and that someone is her very own mother put my cock in her mouth and play with it.