There’s no way he could miss the small gyrations my hips were making in response to his touch, let alone the little mewing coming from my mouth. It ...as all I could do to keep from blurting out, “Of course your bike set my pussy on fire!” He straddled me at my knees. Grasping the pants legs on each side, he looked into my face and started a slow, taunting series of little tugs. I was almost amused when he realized that my jeans were on so tight that they weren’t going to come off without major. Good enough for me, I thought, as I face fucked Claire into her throat. She held her head still with her mouth stretched open as I gouged her until my pubes brushed her lips. I made several lunges into her mouth as she grunted softly as I banged at her tonsils. Building rather swiftly to orgasm, I jerked back my hips as cum squirted out of the tip. She reached up, grabbed my cock, and stroked the cum from my balls as it coated her arms, wrists, and face. It was awesome! Being the big mouth she. And since neither of us could do a credible job of cleaning house, Sadie – this friend of Carrie’s I mentioned -- offered to clean for us. We hired her to give things a good cleaning for $100. It seemed like a lot of money to me, but we’d been living here for several years. Occasionally, Carrie mustered the strength to mop the floors and vacuum the bedrooms (the only rooms with carpeting), and I tried to do what I could. I do all our cooking and the dishes, so there’s that.But our house is over. "Lisa interrupted. "Well of course you don't. I understand. You want yourown skirts, and blouses and dresses don't you? That's to be expected, agirl like you shouldn't have to wear hand-me-downs. Sounds like we'll bedoing some mother and daughter shopping . . . or maybe it should bemother and son shopping . . . shopping for women's clothes. Theprettiest most feminine and girly dress we can find. Because mommy'spretty boy just loves dressing up like a girl and being oh, so pretty."Frankie's.