I opened the door to her bedroom, and there sat my step-mom on the bed. She was crying. She looked up and saw me enter. "I'm okay Justin, I'll be righ...t out," she said to me. "Just give me a minute." "Hey, I want you happy, and I want Gwen happy. I will do anything I can to make that happen." I couldn't help but look at my step-mom. She was in her mid-forties, and she still looked good to me. She had light brown hair down to her shoulders, and her body was tight. Her boobs were large, but they. My breath was rapid and uneven as I thought of this stunning girl kissing my body. Every time her tongue lashed out at some random area of my torso, I quivered with anticipation. I looked down at her curls enveloping my lower parts and hiding her face and my shaft from view. Behind her trailed the long tail. It twisted like a snake, constantly moving in all directions in tune with her, and my, growing excitement. When her soft, warm lips finally found the beginning of my shaft, I sighed with. "Feel the heat? That means your massage is working. Can you feel that nipple pushing against your palm?' Daisy was so shocked at what she was not only doing but enjoying, all she could do was swallow and nod. "OK Dais. You've been on dates you know what feels good on your own tits, make your client smile!"I had to smile as I watched our Daisy take some more oil and rub her hands together to warm them. Soon Carol was no longer acting, she was getting one hell of a boob workout. From a hand on. Sara had stopped in to hear how the whole birthday event had gone, I told her everything and she relished every detail. She was a bit mad at me for no film, but I had a new one of her mother for her to enjoy, which she did. Two days later her mother Debra rang, her daughter had told her I had the new Range Rover and could she come and see it, as she was considering one as well. I told her I would meet her by the barn at four pm that day “Would you like me in Red or another color?” She asked.