I was tired and needed to rest before facing the rest of my challenges.Without thinking about it, I had decided to forego communicating with my family...in Branson. The rejection in my last life was too fresh, too raw, and too painful to relive. I had five-hundred million dollars in a special account that I could access, but that would alert Colleen, and I didn't want to go down that road again, right now.However, there was well over one-hundred and fifty million in my Swiss account, and I needed. Watching my wife stare fixedly at the screen, I too turned my attention there while slowly stroking my hard cock. We both watched in near stunned silence as our feminine hero deep throated that hard monster all the way to the balls. Even now she appeared to be trying to insert them also. And just when you think it’s impossible, you see this saliva glistening shaft extracting itself from her tight mouth, only to be drawn back in again and again. Eyes closed, jaw straining, saliva dripping from. I suggested that she go as she was and see if the waiter displayed any interest.As she went towards the loo with the big unfettered breasts bouncing he was coming towards her with some coffee for a neighbouring table and I saw him grab an eyeful and then turn round to watch her big jutting rear disappear through the door. I noted that he engaged the couple that he was serving in conversation until she came out see he could see her again.She did admit that he seemed interested but claimed it was. “Y-yes, how did you know?”“Sweetheart, you are the spitting image of your mother when she was your age! My family were looking at a photo of your mother from back then. I’ll show it you later, but come through. Claire!” he shouted. “Here’s a visitor for you!”“A visitor? For me?” came Claire’s voice from the living room. Who...”By then Elizabeth had walked though the doorway. “Hello, Mummy,” she said as she dropped her rucksack.“Lizzie? But how? When? Oh my darling!” and the two fell into a.