‘Chelsea’s fine. And, you’re right.’ The two of them walked out into the middle of the backyard, which was a long stretch of concrete surround...ed by a battered old wooden fence. In some places, the concrete had cracked, and something that looked like mud had oozed out. Both of them looked around as though there were more to see. ‘So what were you thinking?’ he asked. ‘Well, I was going to leave it up to you.’ Parker was shocked at her answer, and it showed. ‘Or do you work better with some. ” I didn't know how to answer her so I sat mute wondering what she wanted but I could feel my face flushing.Mom leaned back on the sofa and sighed deeply with her eyes closed, she was still so long I started to panic “Mom, are you okay?”She tilted her head toward me “I'm fine, I just need time to think. I have something to say, no, something to ask, and it is going to be very hard to do. Just give me enough time to get the words out in the best way.”I was glued to the couch, nothing could have. Finally, I had to grab her hand to stop her because the head on my cock was just to sensitive to touch. As I looked down to see what happened, I saw her squeezing and milking me as a small amount of clear stick virgin syrup came out of my pee hole and ran down the sides of the head. And when there was no more, she wiped it off with her finger and then put it in her mouth. As she did that, she said, "Mmmmmm, that tastes so good."Following that, she helped me to recover from my first orgasm , by. Do you have a name for it?" Well, Grandpa called the cabin Camp Goaway, but Shelley called it Camp Paradise. I've always been partial to that."We returned to the UTV and he took me on a series of trails through all four of the square miles. He showed me fields that were leased to farmers and an area where a logger had recently conducted a sustainable forestry cut. I was impressed with the breadth of his knowledge and happy to hear him say that he was trying to be a good steward of his lands for.