She nods slowly, her expression softening as she thinks about her eldest daughter. "Yes... her name is Jessica, after me." Her voice holds a mix of pride and affection, and for a moment, she imagines what it would be like to watch their own Jessica grow up into a strong, confident woman just like her mother had been before. The thought fills her with hope and anticipation.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and pleasure at his words. "I'm sure she will be... wonderful." She looks up at him, a mixture of hope and nervousness in her eyes. "Thank you for saying that." She nestles closer to him, feeling protected and loved in this moment, despite the strange turn their lives have taken.

As they lie there together, lost in each other's embrace, Jenny can't help but wonder what the future truly holds for them. Will they be able to make this work?

Her words fueled the fire burning inside of her, making her even more desperate for release. She increased the intensity of her blowjob, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could handle while still managing to stroke him expertly with her hands. Her breasts were a tantalizing sight, swaying and jiggling with each thrust of her head.

"Fuck," Stul N growled, his hips beginning to buck upwards in time with her movements. "Say it again."

"Anything," Jenny gasped, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their encounter. "Just... don't stop." She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him in her mouth and the knowledge that she was completely at his mercy. Her body trembled with need as she waited for his next command.

Stul N took a moment to catch his breath before responding. "Well," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "How about you get on your hands and knees?"