She then gestured with her hands to almost the same length. “Dad? Really?” “Didn’t you ever wonder, growing up, why we never let you into our ...bedroom on Sunday mornings?” “Mom, you little slut!” I laughed. Mom made a proud gesture like she was polishing an apple against her blouse. “Damned right!” she smiled. “Your dad knew how to keep his wife happy! And we ain’t talking diamonds!” I took Vince’s hand in mine. “But something just as hard as diamonds,” I laughed gently. Mom looked Vince up and. Burning the stuff proved to be an easy task -- most of the items were flammable. If we were doing a consumers test, I'd be disgusted with the results. As it was, I was just sad and feeling a bit melancholy as each item blackened and disappeared into a pile of gray ash and on a cloud of smoke. The neighbors didn't even complain about the smell. I did glance around, this being my free day, to see if any were watching from the privacy of their own homes. None were, as far as I could tell, though.. I removed the hooks behind her chudi tops and made her tops lose and lowered them down a little. There were those melons of my dream. She wore a dark pink bra and the white skin tone of her was too perfect for my second hard-on. I directly pounced on her boobs and started licking them above her bra.I kept crushing the other boob. Sensing my hard-on she again removed my zip and took out my dick and started playing with it. I was busy licking her boobs above the bra. Slowly I removed her bra and. She asked lots of questions but the elephant in the room that we both avoided was the sex requirement."OK. I'm happy with all of that" Carly admitted."Now can we discuss the sex requirement?" she added. We spent the next hour talking about sex - what she liked and what I liked. What I wanted her to do, and what she could expect in return."Hmmmm ... OK. I'm happy with all that" Carly responded, almost taking over the interview. Then she added "Maybe we should do a practical assessment of our.