I propped my knee up between her legs, putting pressure against her bare pussy ‘God you are really wet…’ She began to roll her hips into my thi...gh. I ran my hands up her back, dragging my nails lightly against her skin. I heard her moans light as she grinded into me harder. I knew she was getting close, I can hear it in her voice, I didn’t want her to cum that way. I wanted to taste her sweet juices. I set my leg down, and she looked at me frustrated and confused but couldn’t exactly form. He couldn't see anyone, but he heard voices, so someone was outside. He sat in the lounge chair, leaned back and focused on his mother paying attention to his cock. She was oblivious to anything else around her as she closed her eyes and let her fingertips gently follow the protruding veins along his shaft down to his balls and then let her fingers close in a grip around his entire sac, squeezing to the point of almost hurting him. She released and let her fingertips run back to the top of his. ” “I’ll give you a repeat performance when we get home lover.”When we got to the leg spreader machine I asked Ryan if I could use the new thigh muscle toner machine instead. Ryan looked at it for a few seconds then told me that he’d figured it out. It has a bench for the user to lie on and 2 uprights either side about where your hips go, about a meter from the side of the bench. What you do is raise your feet up high then attach ankle cuffs that have 2 ropes attached. The ropes attached to each. But Jennifer knew where the machine was, and the coffee grounds.Jennifer was standing at the stove, tending the pan. Bobby sat, both hands cupped around a cup of steaming coffee.“Can I have some of that?” asked Mindy as she sat down and pointed at his cup.“Of course,” he said. “Jennifer made it.”“Really?” Her surprise was obvious.Jennifer turned. “I’ve seen you make coffee, Mom. It’s not rocket science.”“You’ve just never made it before,” said Mindy, rising to go to the pot, which was three.