We’re moving to Colorado.”A sledgehammer could have done no more damage to her than the news she had just received. Her world had come crashing do...n in an instant and Gwen’s heart sank. Tears misted her eyes.“You ... you asked me here to ... to get me to sign the divorce papers so you can marry Sherry?”“ ... Yes. I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just want to be with Sherry. It’s not that I didn’t love you, Gwen. It’s just that Sherry is so much more...”“More woman for you,” Gwen finished. What would that taste like?He should be cleaned. But Leyla looked out of it. I could rouse her, make her do her duty as a slut, but... A mother could help out her son, too.“Come with me,” I told my son, setting the camcorder down on the shelf as I walked to the stairs. I felt my son's eyes on me, lusting after me the same way the young men I taught math to did. Those same hungry, young eyes.“What are you up to, Mom?” he asked, voice thick and commanding.“Taking care of my son,” I said, throwing. "She did as she was told, slowly, sexily, mouth still agape, eyes still following my swaying cock. "Yes, master." She spoke. I didn't even tell her to call me that.I brought my cock to a stop, letting it gently touch her cheek. "Take your brother's cock in your hand." She shifted a bit so that she could have her front hands free, and put her right hand around my cock, staring at it. "Can I lick it, Master?" She asked seductively."No s*s, you can't yet. Move your hand up and down the shaft,. It was then I noticed New York City's finest watching the parade start up. I must admit the city was very unique in its choice of uniforms: a traditional policeman's shirt and Daisy Dukes. Not only were they law enforcers, they were also dancing fools. With Leo Sayer playing in the background each officer began dancing in perfect choreography a la "Singing in the Rain" or "Blazing Saddles."They were maniacs. Dancing like they've never danced before. I half expected Kevin Bacon to emerge,.