Then they put hands on each other’s boobs and pressing. I heard the bell ringing, and they stopped their steamy liplock, adjusted their dress and we...nt to the door.I was really trying hard to believe what I had just witnessed, and even in the most uncomfortable circumstances, with me strangled inside the wardrobe, my dick was rock hard.I waited for another half hour, and the bedroom was vacant, I was a bit relaxed and opened the wardrobe a bit more to get more fresh air. I heard the ladies. "Carl! Not much. Got a new model finished. Wanna come outSunday and watch it fly?"This fascinating conversation continued for the hour in thebar and throughout dinner. Janet and Lilly had an equallyfascinating conversation going, of course. They allthoroughly enjoyed the rather pricey dinner, and went back toCarl's for coffee and birthday cake.*******".....Happy birthday to you. [author's note: pretend you heardthem singing]"Carl closed his eyes and with a mighty breath, slightly lacedwith. I have some pink (make the boys wink) eye-shadow and blue eye liner to bring out the colour of my eyes, along with black mascara to enhance my eye-lashes. My lips I paint ruby red, they look plump and juicy, very kissable. I put on my thigh boots and dare to look at myself in the mirror. I’m thinking “is that really me, this vixen, who needs a good fuck” looking back at me. One last thing to set it all off, I paint my nails on my hand and feet the same colour as my lips. I’m ready.I hear him. “You can take it out and jerk it if you want, baby. Maybe that’ll help relieve this obsession you’ve been having.”“Geeze, Mom, I’m not obsessed with your boobs,” he insisted. But his hand was already moving to pull his briefs down. Alison played with her nipples and couldn’t contain a soft gasp as she saw her son’s beautiful, hard cock spring free of his underwear. He got his briefs down to his feet and then kicked them away. Then he lay back again and wrapped his hand around his big, long.