” M looks at me through her fingers that cover her face, and giggles, “Mr. potty mouth.” I laugh and spread my arms wide, motioning her to com...e to me. Keeping her face covered by her hands, she places a knee on my bed and walks across the bed to me, on her knees. I hug her, lift her off the bed and put her down. I walk to my dresser and take out a pair of shorts and one of my plain white t shirts and put them on. I take another t shirt, one of my favorites, it has Pink Floyd’s iconic prism on. This time he takes charge in no uncertain terms. He flips me on to my back and begins kissing my neck again, working his way down. He pushes the fabric of my chemise aside so that he can feast on my breasts. He’s fascinated by them and can spend hours caressing them and taking them into his mouth. His expert hands gently exploring and his talented tongue teasing as he brings my nipples to full attention. He knows me well. He knows that simply nibbling gently on my nipples sends shockwaves. " If you say so."We both stayed silent but smiled at each other for a few minutes. I couldn't resist thinking about making my idea a reality, but of course, Sandra was right, it was unlikely at best that we could make them do something for us, but it wouldn't hurt to ask."It sounds like we have company," I said, peeking towards the hallway. "Oh, your son is here, London." I got your text, Mom," Joe muttered, out of breath, strolling towards us. "What's Sandra doing here?" We're just chatting,. Of course when he's in this state he'll ask her for anything but he does feel guilty for doing so and Sara know that too, and is the reason why she does what she's told, because he doesn't mean in in a objectified way. But she understood her place that was taught by him, and she learned from him that, his pleasure is her pleasure and she liked it. He playfully slid his dick out her mouth, her tongue sticking out a little with a little string of saliva connecting to it, signifying she wants more.