Once again my dick jumped with pleasure as her tongue flicked across her nipple. “You like that, huh?” she asked, “Does my mother do that with ...her tits?” I replied no, my wife’s tits are not big as Steph's. As she continued to massage her tits, she moved one hand down to her panties and began to play with her still covered pussy again, coating her fingers with her pussy juice. She then moved her freshly coated fingers to her right breast and smeared her juice on her nipple while moaning with. It was short, but it wasn't a mini. As her dress sagged forward I had a perfect view of her tits. When my eyes shifted towards hers, I knew she had caught me looking down her dress. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swear I saw a whisper of a smile cross her lips.There were four boxes and with each box she waited until I had placed the previous box in the crawl space before bending over to pick up the next, rewarding me with a quick exposure of her tits. By the fourth box, I could feel my cock. "She failed to respond to that and just helped herself to some younger black pussy. She placed her palms on my thighs and prepped herself the best she could to fuck me senselessly. My lips surely hurt, but those lips were golden.Despite being depleted, I got up on one elbow and felt her head with my other hand. She looked right back at me and didn't miss a beat. She moved her tongue all over those lips and gave me more than a massage, but like a miracle cure for it.That red cock hurt my slit,. Seeing your naked body did something to me." I replied.Mom and Jenny smiled back at me and they both got up off the floor and mom stepped into the shower. Jenny again dropped to her knees as she took my cock in her hand and took it in her mouth covered in her own juices and my spunk. She then cleaned my shaft and then my balls with a smack of her lips. Then got up and joined mom in the shower leaving me standing there on my own in the middle of the bathroom."I hope we can do this often?" Jenny.