Mrs. Alberts brow furrowed. She shook her head and then sat down. Tonya took the mature chair closest to her father, so I was sitting by her mother who was at the other head of the blowjob table. Mrs. Alberts's blue eyes glanced at me again. The tension swelled around my heart as her father said, “Let's say grace.” I took Mrs. Alberts hand and my friend's, gripping them both. Just moments ago, the hand clutching Mrs. Alberts had been pleasing her daughter's pussy. A strange rush shot through me. I lowered my head but didn't close my eyes, glancing at the older woman as Mr. Alberts prayed. A blush was slowly forming on Mrs. Alberts cheeks. Her hands squeezed mine tight, her fingers warm. My heart pounded. Her nose twitched. Was she smelling our passion? My heart thundered in my chest. “Amen,” her father said. “Amen,” the rest of us repeated, my friend giving my hand a squeeze. Mrs. Alberts held mine for a moment longer, her eyes sliding open and glancing at me. She flicked amateur her tongue across her lips, her eyes roaming up and down my body. I swallowed, not sure what to do. She released me. “You girls look... flustered,” she said. “Oh, well, we were, uh...” my friend floundered. “We were trying out some exercise moves. You know, keep in shape.” “Yeah.” I nodded my head up and down. “Just... keeping in shape. You know... Healthy living.” “Uh-huh,” Mrs. Alberts said. “Please forgive me, Master. He picked it up slightly and squeezed. Stan blushed and said “Yes, I know that’s your favorite author”. “Oh, yes, yes!” Mom gasped. She had made me feel good the night before but this time my mind blowjob and body went berserk, her lips drove me wild, my little button became a big button, the sensations coursing through me were almost frightening in their intensity. I stand up, my rock-hard cock jutting comically from my shorts. Oh God… I can’t believe I am telling you this” she said. When he was done, he got out quick so I could plunge into her before she even began to leak. “No, not really. There we were, freshly fucked amateur and exhausted. Now, Scott’s grandmother had taught the entire family to speak Korean, but she would have never taught any of them such language, the equivalent of “fucking bitch.” But when Scott was studying Korean as a thirteen-year-old boy, it was only natural for him to seek out curse words in said language. So she sat mature there hunched. My sister licked her glossy lips. Oh fuckkkkkkk yesssssss fuck that pussy.