Yes, I’d done my best, but all my fingers seemed capable of achieving was to send me spiraling ever upward, so that now my every living breath was a...panting, quivering, soaking, dribbling, shaking, hopeful exhalation of lust. Yet now here was someone to save me from that; lovely Anita with her cascading hair, starring eyes and fulsome lips, who perhaps desires the caress of my fingers over her ample breasts, who wants to feel my lips kissing their way across her glowing skin, who needs my. Katie would come back a few times and chat with us under thepretense of checking on her table. We asked her about her plans if theyhad changed and she informed us they had. She was going to meet up withWyatt after she got off work. I was glad for her. She needed someone.She seemed excited about the prospects for the evening.Following the meal, Jenny reached for the tab. I offered but she onceagain turned me down. "I want to treat you tonight. I know that youalready are a little tight on. I pushed hard and shot my load in her. We rocked for a few minutes as Beula said, “Oh baby, I love your cum in mommy’s pussy.” I eventually untangled myself and lit a cigarette for each of us.“Did you like that?” smiled Beula.“That was the best!” I smiled back“Well, I told you that I’d make it worth your while.” She grinned.“Too be honest, I enjoyed jacking off your son.” I said, “And I enjoyed watching you two together. Your son is the luckiest guy in the world to have a beautiful mom like. " I would write them and when I was sure no one would see me, Iwould slip it into his locker. I left a note a day for a couple of weeks.Then the notes got a little more personal. They would say things like"What did you think of lunch today?" or "Did you find the math test realhard?" Again those sorts of notes were left for him every day for acouple of weeks. Then, once again, the notes got a bit more personal. NowI was saying things like "that shirt you wore yesterday looked real goodon you" or.