“Francie! What are you doing here?” I called as I rushed to her.“Hello, Jacob,” she said, shifting the toddler to her hip so she could reach a...ound me for a hug and kiss. “Started any revolutions today?”“Please,” I said. “There’s a limit to how much I can do. Hello, William Jay. How are you? You’ve grown so big!” Francie’s son hid his head against his mother’s side.“Francine’s service just ended,” Em said. “Isn’t that wonderful?”“I just came by for a little visit as I’ve two weeks off.”“Two. "You like me jacking you off with my panties?" Open your shirt," I said.“What?” she asked.“Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”The oversized flannel shirt was definitely hiding her curves. She unbuttoned her top. Her big tits looked ready to spill out of her simple black bra.I reached up to pull the cups down. She had beautiful dark brown nipples. Her tits bounced as she stroked my cock. I grabbed at her ass and pulled her closer to me. She started grinding her pussy on my shaft. ..” I stopped.My point was that when I looked at pictures of her, just as I looked at pictures like were in the magazine, I thought about fucking her. But I couldn’t just say that.“My point is that I don’t feel so alone anymore. I get it. She’s gorgeous, and she’s probably just as gorgeous to her brother as she is to me. That makes me feel better about how I feel about you.”She looked at the pictures and then at me. Her face was oddly calm.“So you want to do with me what you want to do with. “I can feel you cuming,” Cathy exclaimed as I unloaded. I pushed my mouth on to hers, our tongues doing a sinfully wicked dance as the last of my load shot into her pussy. As I pulled out of her, Cathy begged me to “keep it in me.” I reinserted my rapidly deflating cock, but it was just not the same. I apologized for being a “one shot” man. “Don’t worry,” Cathy remarked, “We’ll work on it.” We listened to the silence of each other’s heartbeats, and in the distance, the laughter of Shawn and.