" Mom, I promise to do what you asked. Thank you SO much for being sounderstanding." I gave her a great big hug and said, "I love you Mom!"Now I had a...problem. I still hadn't experienced another wet dream, soshould I tell her about that? Actually, that change happened before Imade my promise. And anyway, to me it wasn't exactly a 'concern,' it wasmore like a bonus. So I decided I could keep my mouth shut about itwithout breaking my promise. For a moment I thought about taking one ofMom's pills. The name he told us was Ankit, a Mumbai lad, working in the hospitality industry. His place of work and residence were within a 2 km radius from mine. As was usual, the nearer the guy, the hornier the dick and the sluttier the ass.We exchanged pics. He looked cute and fair. I complimented him. He was bashful at me complimenting him because he has a balding head. I told him, I too am losing hair, so I better not judge anyone that. He smiled. But yes, he was a cute looking guy.And the other stuff. It was all to much for him and he shot his load, covering her face and tits with cum, Kylie desperately tried to catch as much of it in her mouth as she could but there was far too much for her to swallow and it started to dribble down her chin onto her chest. Kylie started to collect the cum off her chest and face and lick it off her fingers. This was enough to start Gary's cock on the road to recovery.Once Kylie had finished cleaning herself off she walked over to the bed and lay down. Gary. I’d had two phone conversations with Bert Witt. Bert was a bitter, mean bastard in his fifties. He didn’t discriminate, but he had a special hatred for cheating spouses. I’d only met him once, but I’d given him our last five years of tax returns to frame the basis of our demand for support. Yeah, I was suing for a chunk of her income. Maybe it was petty, but she was gonna spend it on Brad if I didn’t take it so I figured I was pulling money out of his pocket. We made plans for me to introduce.