“What are you doing? Drake, I got a meeting in an hour,” I said when I felt Drake’s hands on my shoulders. “Relax, Mom, you must be feeling ve...ry tired,” Drake replied as his hands moved a little down to my boobs. “No, I’m not tired, and I know what you are trying to do,” I said, pushing his hands away from my shoulders. “Stop it, and go home,” I tried to be strict with him. “Yes you are, Mom. You are tired and you need someone to take care of you,” my son said and he was right. I was tired. It was the same feeling that she got each time just before she played with herself.As she looked at Beth, she placed a hand in her own panties and started to massage her little bud. This always brought her pleasure but this would be the first time she had done it when she wasn't alone. As she circled her clit with her finger, she admired her friend’s body. Beth was very cute; long blonde hair, big blue eyes. Erin wondered if Beth ever played with herself like she was doing now. They had talked. While her body was very sexy, the sexiest thing was Sam’s expression. She had this smile, not an innocent smile, more like she was having a very sexy dream, and if it became reality she would not mind a bit. As I looked at her it was no wonder that the nobs at her former crash pad jumped her body in her sleep at least once a day. Heck, it really surprised me that it was only once a day.Qwit was curled up in the corner of the oversize bed, Sam’s normal sprawling sleep position is not conducive. “Why yes, maid, I do have something that I need you to clean, but it’s going to take more than a feather duster,” I whisper in your ear. I spin you around and give you a slight push down on your shoulders. You understand where I’m going and drop to your knees on the carpet. Your hands rub over my hard shaft through the slacks, then undo the belt and button and allow them to drop to the floor along with my boxers. As my cock pops out in your face, you look me in the eye as you give a long, slow.