“He’s home drinking his supper.” She told me. “Beer?” I asked with a giggle. She nodded, “I told him to go easy and alternate between the beer and bottles of water.” “What if he can’t wait until we get there?” She showed me a naughty grin, “Then he’ll be cut off for the rest of the semester, and he knows it.” I laughed, “That’s only two weeks.” “Shit, he can’t go two days without sex. Two weeks would kill him.” “Still, let’s eat up and go put him out of his misery.” I told her. She giggled, “I don’t think his misery is the real reason you’re in a hurry. Be honest.” “Okay, so I might be just a little anxious about what will happen later.” When we walked through Greg’s front door, he scolded Angie, or both of us, “It’s about fucking time. I’m dying here.” He was already naked, but his dick wasn’t hard, so Angie looked at me and giggled, “You can do the honors.” I feigned irritation by rolling my eyes and letting out a long sigh, “Okay. It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.” And I dropped to my knees and began taking his dick into my mouth. “Careful” he told me when I didn’t stop after getting him fully hard, “You might get it in the mouth, and I don’t mean cum.” So I released him and led him by his dick into the bathroom. With me on one side of him and Angie on the other, he began stroking creampie his dick slowly with one hand, while hugging me to him with his other hand. Of course, he had a firm grip on my tit. I didn’t know if the whole thing was getting easier for him, or if he just needed to go really badly, but it only took him a few seconds to have a full stream of pee arching high into the air. As I’d done before, I reached over and slid my hand around his cock, aiming it back and forth. “Damn, we’re going to have to disinfect the whole fucking bathroom.” Angie said with an excited laugh. “We’ll have to start doing it outside again.” I told her. Greg let out a relieved sigh “Ahhhhhh” and then he said, “You don’t hear me complaining.” It was a very long time before his indian stream began to dwindle. By that time, I was so fucking turned on; I sat down on the toilet and turned him to me, taking his dick into my mouth immediately. I tasted a little more pee this time, but I didn’t care. I wanted his cum. “Hey” Angie scolded me, “Don’t be so greedy. You’re going to have that in your ass later. You should let me have him first.” I responded by flipping her off. It was almost two hours when Angie suggested we go to Greg’s bedroom. “It’s a lot easier on the bed.” She told me, “You don’t want rug burns on your knees.” When I was in position on my knees near the foot of the bed, Angie slid to the floor and began sucking Greg’s dick while he tongued my ass. It didn’t take much of that to make me experience my usual preliminary orgasm. “She’s ready.” Greg told Angie. fucking my mother's cunt was my most favorite thing to do. "Walk down the hall towards me." She did that and I took a photo. Come on!" Cutting, their hair, while they suck on my cock, or making them do it creampie themselves, or sending them somewhere to have their hair cut short, is the ultimate punishment, and a component of subtle control. I walked between my submissive mother and my half-sister Georgia. Once the house was empty, Mom finished that blowjob. "We don't know." Then, she slid herself down his length slowly, her lips pressing against him as she went. Even with my eyes closed I can pick Sarah’s indian technique on my raging erection. But my mind wasn’t on her, frankly. There were pretty good ways to walk with him, i thought.