"Well, Jenny, he certainly feels like he measures up," Jenny's mother said, feeling the bulge in the jeans of the man she brought home.
"So can I...please," Jenny asked anxiously.
"Okay, okay," her mother said looking at you, Jenny's husband, sitting across the room quietly. "Why don't you two go upstairs...I'll have sissy make some lunch...I'm sure you'll both be famished when you're done...good sex certainly makes one hungry."
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