Guessing my intent, she inched to the edge of the desk and spread her creamy thighs, while bracing herself on her hands. I slowly started kissing my w...y up her smooth thighs, enjoying the soft skin as it rubbed against my face. Her thighs trembled as I worked my way toward her silken center. I teased around her slit, carefully avoiding her lips, feeling her squirm with pleasure. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and pulled my head to her slit, begging me to lick her. I began to slowly, and. “He… well he had her tease me for like an hour. Everything. Nipple clamps, oral, dildos, even a finger up my ass, everything! Until I was shaking on this wand, desperate to cum, begging. That was our thing too, she liked to make me beg to cum, it turned us both on so much. Then he tells me that I can cum, but only if I do it like God-intended.”“Fuck…”She was up on my thighs now, closing in on the bottom cleft. I was certain she noticed. I must have left a noticeable stain on the sheets from my. ”I laughed. “I give up. Keep the cooking good. I’ll tell everyone that you’re a blonde, younger version of Angelina Jolle without the kids or Brad to encumber you.”She grinned at me. “What was Craig talking about the money pit and ham vacation?”“The money pit is his name for a house where he hangs out with radios and antennas. He and his wife live in a condo in Vero Beach, Florida. He also has a nice motor home. Hamcation is a big hamfest in February that many of this group attend. It’s in. ” Alexandra still laughing, did a small pirouette before the duo, and Margaret started to laugh again.Jennifer looked her mother’s clothing over. It seemed somewhat extreme, even by Jennifer’s newly lowered standards. Alexandra was wearing high-heeled sandals, with at least five-inch spike heels, and no stockings. Around her waist was an incredibly short skirt, barely wider than a large belt, which covered her pussy and asscheeks with considerable difficulty. From the pirouette, Jennifer knew.