She’d started, as all such females did, hand-washing soiled men’s undergarments, pre-soaking the yellow and brown stains on the boxkers and jockey..., and the sweat stains on undershirts, in her mouth. After several years of this, she was promoted to was promoted to laundering slacks and shirts, and then finally to folding. She’d just recently graduated to pressing, and now toiled over a hot iron for her entire work day.She was proud of her abilties, perfectly ironing as many as a dozen men’s. She slowly begins to moan and wake up some thinking that father had returned early and was giving her his morning wood that he often did. He did enjoy mom’s blow jobs first thing in the morning and I now know why. Mom was a great cock sucker. I was just about to cum when mom opened her eyes and saw who she was blowing. I grab moms head just then and push my cock back into her throat saying be a good cock sucking mommy and finish me off slut. Mom moaned loudly as I shot load after load down. Could you take my t-shirt off?” Could I? I reached the bottom and pulled up, stripping off the white shirt and she went back to lying down. I continued to rub starting at her neck and shoulders, down her back and further to the small of her back. Then I moved down a bit so I had a better angle and my barely contained hard cock brushed between her somewhat open, very warm thighs. As my hands reached her lower back at the top of her panties she raised her hips and said, "Please get my panties. Laura said nothing as she followed him toward the edge of the cliff. She looked silently, awed by the creations of electrical engineers that had illuminated the city with bulbs of every size, shape and color, giving it an almost supernatural glow. Somehow it seemed perfectly natural to her that George should put his arms around her petite waist as he stood behind her, looking over her soft shoulders at the spectacle below. That meant they still were friends, she thought drunkenly, and she felt.