” “I want to see,” she declared, avidly. I stared wide eyed at her, making her laugh lustily; she sure had a dirty laugh. “Yes, show me how yo... suck cock, Jake. I want to watch. I want to see you with a cock in your mouth, with his cock in your mouth!” “Get over here and show her your moves,” he demanded. I began to stand, pulling myself up on the armchair but Paul had other plans. “Tut tut,” he chided. “On your knees, Cock Boy. I want to see you crawl like a dog.” Slowly, I got on to all. . and I learned some tidbits of information about Wendy and her likes and dislikes.On Saturday, mid-afternoon as we were packing up, “you going to propose, then?”“What!”“I said, are you going to ask her to marry you?”“Well, I want to...”“I can’t tell you what you want to hear, but she won’t hit you over the head with a lump-hammer if you do; and if she turns you down you can ask me out again, can’t you?”I just looked at her. I suppose my mouth must have dropped open or something, because she. Judy began to moan, partly from pain and partly from pleasure. Kinky pleasure, she was the first to admit, but she couldn't help herself. She was so horny, and her boys were so big and handsome.Her nipples were so hot and swollen they felt as if they were going to burst! In the mirror, she could see her lust-contorted face. Her eyes were narrow slits. Her nostrils were flared. And her red face was damp with sweat. She was tempted to jerk off, but she wanted to save all her orgasms for her sons'. At dinner, she barely a word spoken. After we'd finished she told me that she'd do the dishes herself. In the past, ever since her and dad had split up, this was the first time we hadn't shared cleaning up duties. I went upstairs to my bedroom, feeling like I had really upset her."At ten o'clock. I got up, turned off the TV and paced the bedroom back and forth. At about ten-thirty I went downstairs to speak to mum.She was on the sofa in the living room, her Stephen King novel propped against.