”“I know what you mean, Betty.” Joanne took on a conspiratorial tone. “I haven’t had any in months now. My fingers smell like shrimp all the...time.” * * * * * * * Bill had surprised Joanne by being a proper mixture of attentive and supportive as Sarah and he sat at her dinning table enjoying a last evening together before she went off to college. The evening progressed, as these evenings usually did, with cocktails in the living room and lively conversation. Sarah did a good job of keeping her. I love to buff and rub her heels, arches, and toes, to dissolve any trace of hardness in her skin and restore its pink softness. The soft crevasses nestled between each toe are one of many secret delights that the heavenly treasure of her body holds for me, a perfect fit for the tip of my tongue. I bathe her toes with my tongue. I am her kitten, licking, cleaning, purring. I love the instep of Mommys foot, the very last extremity of her perfect body that she is willing to share with one so. You're embarrassing yourself." How sweet of you to reminding me." I scowled, reaching around to subtly pull the spandex back around my bottom cheeks, the upper ones crimson and "Honestly Jen, your almost thirty years old and I still have to-" Please don't start mother, not here, okay?" I cursed, wrapping my towel protectively around me as I plopped into a lounge chair next to her."Okay, okay. You don't have to snap." My mom suddenly spied a young woman across the pool, frowning. "Well, just. Jill is cautious not to go too hard, but you are pistoning me furiously. You raise my legs over your shoulders and pump me mercilessly, your balls slapping my ass with each thrust. I am consumed by desire, a cock in each end, and I feel my orgasm building. I reach down to stroke my cock, but am met by your hand doing it instead. You match your jacking with your thrusts, and Jill's pumping in my throat. Her balls are slapping my face with each thrust, and I am lost in my desire for pleasure..