. I mean I don't normally..." Hush boy," She said as she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "There's no need to be embarrassed, boys play wit...h themselves all the time ... girls too. In fact I've done it myself a thousand times or so."Her easy going manner had always put Jack at ease, she was so unlike his mother.Janet Carlsen had her daughter when she was 17, she'd become a grandmother at 37. Even today at 52 she looked ten years younger. The dark brown of her hair may've come from the. " There is nothing I'd like better," Aida smiled. "But can you really afford it? It gets expensive and you've already spent a fortune on me for those gorgeous things I'm wearing." Lisa, get that drawing our mother made."Lisa jumped off the bed with her tits bouncing and ass swinging as she retrieved their mother's famous picture. She returned with the copy. The real one was in the Metropolitan Museum of Art which they paid the girls five thousand a month in the Limpa Display Room. It was the. Soon she was begging just as strenuously as before, finally tangling her fingers in my hair to guide me where she wanted me. As I stared at her, all soft and wet and hot in front of me, I blew softly, enjoying the little buck of pleasure. I kissed her softly, all over, flicking my tongue out occasionally to taste her sweetness, always avoiding her clit, dipping my tongue just inside her pussy to make her squirm even more. I had to lean back a second later when I realized she was so wet she was. One more long kiss. “We better get up, before someone walks in on us.” We both sit up, and started gathering her clothes. She looks so beautiful putting her panties on, and then her bra. Seeing her right now, in just her bright red bra and bright red panties, she looks exactly how I pictured her this morning when she started this whole ball a rollin. Pulling up my pants, I zip up and buckle up, and hand her dress to her. She puts it on, and turns her back to me, in a silent request for help. .