“If its bad news, I don’t even want to hear it,” Hanson replies.“Well, shit,” Rudolph says, almost afraid to continue.Hanson is never a nice...guy. Nice probably isn’t even in his vocabulary. “For once I would like something good to come from someone,” the man rants. “What is it now?”“It’s that bitch,” the underling says. “She’s refusing to eat.”“Son of a bitch...” Hanson begins to rant again, but quickly realizes that getting angry isn’t going to help—at least not yet. “Fine, if she doesn’t want. I could stay with them, but the kids would figure it out too soon."As we washed each other, I told Cindy, "Your kids are going to figure this out pretty soon too. How are you going to explain that?" Easy, Sal, I've already told them that you are being close to me to take care of us like their father does. I'm staying right here until Val comes home, Sal. He wants that, I want it, and the kids love it here. Hell, Val and I may stay right here when he gets home. I think that unless a great. I began to pull back my face only to find her hands pressing me hard against her dripping cunt. I labored onward to give her more. Eventually, my mom released my head from her passionate embrace. I rose up to see her body gleaming moistly in the dim illumination. Her chest rose and fell with her panting as her head lolled back and forth on her pillow. "Are you okay, mom?" Oh, yes!" she gasped and held her hands out to invited my embrace. "I'm really just fine!" It took her about fifteen. She said your wife said that you always lick her clean when she gets home so get busy clean me so I can go home. She slid out of her short shorts and panties pushing me down to my knees saying get busy suck all that nigger cum out of me! I licked it off her inner thighs and she guided my head to her sweet little pussy. I was in heaven slurping that mix of pussy juice and stud cream. I managed to get her over to the couch and laying with legs spread for my mouth to work on that freshly fucked.