'You are my baby Andrea, of course I know how to treat you,' he said happily.Andrea was like her dad in her looks, but in a very feminine way.She had ...is hair colour, but his was greying a little at the sides, she thought it made him look distinguished.He was 6ft tall; she was 5ft 8".Her hair was still lustrously dark brown, and long to her shoulders.But she had her mothers beautiful sea green eyes.She was full bodied, soft full breasts that were firm too.Her nipples were wide, and thick, like. She has went crazy by this time and was moaning yyyyyyyaaaaaaaaa……….aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……….aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh……yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeewsssssssssssa…..aaaaaammmmmmmmaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn……………………fffffffffuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk……bbbbbaaaaabbbbbyyyyyyyhyhhh…………..fffffffuuuuucccckkkkkkkk…..mmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeee…………… She was begging me to fuck her on top of her lungs. I slowly started going down. I licked all the way from her boobs to her belly button and continued going down all the way…..I. But I also have respect for the worth of things. I tried to let that show Tuesday afternoon when Cindy and I met with the string quartet to rehearse.“How loud do you want us in this section?” Darrell, our violist, asked.“Um ... Why are you asking me?” I had no idea how loud he should play.“You guys are the soloists. We’re accompanists. You get to choose how it’s played.”“Just don’t give us some weird tempo that will make us look bad,” Rhonda, the cellist, said.“I ... uh ... don’t know.” I. . fascinated him... taunted him with her strange attitudes, so much unlike other mothers.Carrie handed him the frosty drink she'd prepared, and noticing her son's reaction, sat back demurely so that her breasts would not show."Oh, Jamie..." she began breathlessly. "I'm so glad you agreed to have this little chat..." Oh, Christ!" Jamie thought."Darling... I'll get right to the point. I know you like that..." Carrie was trying to use all her feminine intuition to win her son over. "I want to make.