I looked into her eyes and saw a very familiar sparkle. I was nursing my second cup of coffee and third dough-nut, when Jess groggily stumble in. “I can tell,” she said as my rock solid prick throbbed and bounced off her swollen pussy lips. “Which pleasure are you referring to?” I asked, playing dumb. Have a safe and profitable trip, Dad.”
“Thank you. Give us a couple minutes and we will be out.”
The rest of the day was pretty quiet. I looked to her eyes, but they were closed tightly, as were her fists gripping the bed sheet she was soaking. Mom listened for a minute, then said, “Yes he did. I first caressed her ample breasts. This game went on till we saw the exit we needed to get home. She must have been wanting to know just when she was going to get her chance. I was so lost in Mom’s features and the thoughts of comparison between she and Jess, I had no idea how long we made love.
