Then there is the Sunday paper and a hot cup of coffee, sitting on the porch, the sun warming you with its rays, and the birds serenading with their s...ngs. This had always been my idea of the perfect day.Today I realized that I had been wrong. Angela made the day perfect.It turned out that Angela loved Sundays almost as much as I did and we shared many of the same goals for a Sunday. Hers still involved studying, but that would come later in the day. Until then, we had some pastries I had. Glancing down, the boys again could not help but re- member their mom's voluptuous naked body the day before. "Randy, why don't you pour the orange juice," Jill asked sweetly, as she sat at the table buttering the toast. Randy's penis began to harden as he realized that his plan was falling into place. Walking to the refriger- ator, Randy filled three glasses. As Brad distracted his Mom, Randy slipped the ground-up sleeping pills into his Jill's juice. "Thanks Randy," smiled Jill before she. He put me to bed and told me that adults do more things than sleeping in a bed. He said to me that mom had sex.My father explained to me that it's a thing that adults do as relief, it feels good, they enjoy it and it makes happy.It's their kind of playground to have fun and joy.I asked him if it has something to do with the big cylinder thing that was beneath mommy.He said yes and told me that it's called penis, and that every man has one.I answered him, that I have something similar where I. So tight, so warm, so fucking sexy, together we moved together in unison. She let out small screams of pleasure as I drew her closer and further away from me, trying to satisfy her with each plunge of my cock. As I continued to ride her from behind I again took her pussy in my right hand. I massaged her clit and penetrated her lips, and I could feel her climax starting to ride up her body.I could have come instantly, just knowing how much pleasure she felt, but I knew I had to last a little.