"Have you ever mixed media, I mean used both metal and wood, for example?" Nope, 'cept for handles and hinges and such." What are you thinking?" Agnes... said."Our formal dining room table. A cast or forged metal base and a solid wood top, something the two of you could work on together."She cackled. "You, too. You do almost half my forged work now." Look, I can't make this decision unilaterally. The dining room is in the communal area of the house. I'll need Grace and Mary's input for any. She made a little breathy noise and moved her ass slightly in a very encouraging way so I fondled and kissed her ass more and more. Eventually I began to make out with her ass, kissing the cheeks and putting my face into her ass crack. I began to lick her ass crack up and down full length and all the way down to her pussy as she kept her head down in the front seat and her ass high on the seat back. I started to concentrate my licking on her asshole and then started to press the tip of my. Mom proceeded to tell the whole story to Susan in the most graphic detail, right from the start. As she did so Peter and I could see that Susan was taking it all in and getting extremely excited as the story was told, as was Mom who had started frigging herself as she gave Susan all the detailsI decided to make the move. For once Peter seemed a little lost since he wasn't in direct control. I walked directly into mom's room and Peter followed.Mom didn't flinch. She just looked briefly at me and. ?You think of everything,? she said, nodding towards the coffee pot as I approached.?Well, maybe not everything,? I said, accepting the compliment. ?I drink it black. If you want cream and sugar I can go see if Sue and Dave brought any. That is if they are awake yet.?Miss Julia was willing to drink her coffee straight from the pot and we sat right next to each other, our bodies lightly touching. We barely sipped from our mugs as the brew was still too hot to drink. The morning was cool,.