” “Oh, baby, and where were MY lips.” “They were kissing my chest, licking my stomach, licking down to my balls and up to the tip of my ...dick, that’s where they were.” “Craig, baby, baby tell me more, sweetheart,” she said, her pussy beginning to swell with joy juice. “Oh, baby, baby, sugar goodness, I can feel your lips on the tip of my dick. Ah fuck, suck it baby. Ah you’re a tigress; lick it, sweetness and light. Lick daddy’s dick. Milk that mother.” “Oh, baby, I can. Monica cupped a palm under the spray and directed handfuls to help rinse Rachel's shoulders.She retrieved the bottle and squirted more into her hands. She smeared them together rapidly to raise a slight foam, then one at a time, slowly washed the full length of Rachel's arms. Her head was to the side and down slightly. Monica gave a couple of sideways and upward glances as she rubbed Rachel's slim arms; her eyes saying everything without uttering a word.Both Ross and Rachel found this extremely. For this morning I will use my mom's curlers. I took them from the bottom drawer, and start to put them on in front of the mirror. I was already very skillful with curlers, since I have practice for many years. After few minutes my whole hair was in curlers, and I put hair net to keep them on place during drying. Since my mom was hairdresser we had proper hairdresser's dryer in our bathroom.Now it was right time to put make-up on. First, I took foundation in slightly darker color than my skin. Janet and Ray found their own niche in this order of things too. Janet welcomed the freedom from parental control that brought an empowerment she hadn't known before.Ray found the house and minder duties almost liberating; no financial responsibilities to fret over and a juicy Lucy to spice things up. But he would cover his duties meticulously and give Rita no room for complaint.When Rita was home he would mostly busy himself in the garden or the garage to give Janet time with her mother. But.