Seeing, as the curtains were open, he walked up to the shower intent on turning off the water. The spectacle that greeted his young eyes stopped him d...ead in his tracks. His jaw almost hit the floor, and his breathing ceased for a moment, as he watched Aunt Phoebe masturbating away with such erotic abandon.As he watched the fluid movement of her juice glazed fingers stroking her wet pussy, and caressing her luscious breasts, teasing her engorged nipples, he felt his dick rising until it rose to. I don’t have much homework.” He settled into the recliner and worked while she lay on the couch next to him. Tammy was wearing sweats and a loose tank top. She was slumming today, having endured a grueling ten-hour day working at her computer the day before. Even writers need a break now and then. Josh glanced at her laying there, his eyes catching sight of her breasts rising and falling under her shirt. Tammy didn’t have a bra on and her nipples were poking out against the cloth. She was, he. An electric motor pulled the chain drives up the incline, moving the slats along with the chain drives. The name “Smoker” was stamped on the outside of the metal chute.“Put the hay bales on the bottom,” Herr Wenger explained to Dieter. The elevator will take the bales up to the hay mow for Ernst and Hans to stack inside. Any more questions?” The work crew had none.Herr Wenger’s new baler made swift work of “making hay.” What took almost a week last fall was done by half the crew in a day and. She’s just so domineering it’s ugh…I don’t know how to describe it.” My mom pouted.A shiver ran down my spine as the implication of what I had just witnessed hit me like a truck. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought my mom just had a crush on another woman. Which was impossible considering how my mom hated the whole gay pride movement thing. She wasn’t particularly hateful towards homosexuals, but she certainly didn’t go with the whole same sex marriage concept. In fact, she told me.