"Anything you say." As per Ingrid's instructions, you lie face down under the sheet -- a bit awkwardly, but you manage.
"My goodness, you have fine muscles," notes Ingrid as she works on your back. "I don't mean to embarrass you, but your body is gorgeous."
"Thank you. So is yours -- what I've seen of it."
"Mmm, I could work on muscles like yours all day long ... but we're done."
Done? You feel better, but it's only been a few minutes. You get up and turn over, keeping the sheet over you. "Don't you massage both sides?"
"Um, oh yes, ha ha! How silly of me." She sighs as she looks you over and tentatively touches your chest. "My goodness -- are you ever ripped!"
"I'm ready for the other side."
She bit her lip. ", we have to talk about ... it. You know. That ... erection you have. It's just going to, um, get in the way. You have to get rid of it."
"Anything you say." You brazenly let the sheet slide off and sit there jacking yourself off with your fist. "I can be hard for hours. I could use some help." You smile at her. "I can use a woman's touch."
"You can be hard ... for hours!? Well, we can't have that."
Ingrid slathers oils over her hands, then proceeds to tug away on you herself with both hands. "You're so thick ... !" she marvels. "Isn't this working!?" Exasperated, she begins to unbutton her blouse. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea about this, , I'm a trained professional after all -- but I've just got to do something about that!"
Before you know it, a topless Ingrid is lavishing a titfuck with her huge soft knockers in combination with a blowjob, damn near trying to inhale your upper cock into her warm wet mouth.
"Oh, Ingrid, I -- OH!" Debbie steps in and is obviously shocked. "Ingrid, what are you doing!?"
Ingrid is instantly up on her feet. "I'm sorry, Debbie, I just had to do something -- I mean, just LOOK at it!"
There is a look of disbelief on Debbie's face, as if she's wondering if your cock is even human -- but that's not what's most interesting. The door has been left ajar, and standing out there is a knockout of a young woman who is also staring at your cock, but with amazement and awe. You recognize her, it's no less than Kimmie herself, and you can almost imagine her mind's voice, remarking on how much thicker you are than that dancer she sucked off.
Unaware of her daughter out there, Debbie hustles Ingrid out of the room and shuts the door. "Ingrid is a little ... hot-blooded," she explains. "I'm so sorry for that, that was so inappropriate. Now please, if you would ... take care of that."
It's clear: she's going to stand there and watch you jack off.
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