It felt like whatever happened would be all right. He wanted to blame it on the strange drink, even Carla’s bold behavior, but he knew all those fee...lings had been inside them both all along. “That hasn’t exactly been that much of a secret lately,” he pointed out. “Well I might know something else you definitely don’t know,” she countered. Benny just waited while she leaned close again. “I’m not wearing panties,” she told him. “And the bigger your cock gets the wetter it gets my pussy.” . She might even get to assemble her little think tank of lawyers. The ones she called the Hell's Angels. Probably because they all knew how to ride motorcycles from their college days. They flew in and out of the Tryon International Airport now and then, when one of her clients needed a specialist. Unfortunately I was usually the client. She told me to think of them as brain surgeons and transplant specialists. Guys she called in for a specific case, then sent back to their wives, when she had. My toes clenched. My balls grew tight. A twitch flexed up my cock.Their tongues danced over it, licking up Maria’s pussy juices. My mom and my sister were cleaning my dick. I grinned at them, waiting for my cock to get hard, to swell and blossom. It was so hot. Their tongues danced over my cock, caressing me, brushing each other. Their lips pressed together.They kissed.I groaned as I watched my mother’s and sister’s lips melting together. Their tongues danced together. My cock rubbed against. “Kneel, and tell me about your shopping while you get me hard enough to fuck you.”Izzy did not waste any time, her mouth slid over the head of his cock within seconds of her knees hitting the carpet between his legs. Using both hands to play with his balls and stroke his shaft, she let her mouth coat the head of his prick with her saliva, pausing from time to time to tell him what had happened.“I had time to shop before meeting Jake, so I found that cute top you just saw.” Her hands continuing.