All the times you couldn’t get free to see me, leaving me awkward and alone. Jealous when I ask about your day or night, and she is mentioned. The w...rst type of jealousy is when you are just happy. You have no reason to be happy, and I am jealous because how on earth could you be happy without me? Jealousy that leads to anger and then eventually apathy.A little jealousy goes a very long way. Just enough to make you hard, ready and eager to replace whatever thoughts I’m having with thoughts of. She next plunked herself down on the bed. Keeping the cum in her mouth, she tried to say, ‘Wow, that was awesome.’ I could only make out a bare outline, but I was pretty sure that’s what it was. She continued to come as she put one hand on her pussy, just holding her clit with two fingers. With her other hand she grabbed onto the nipple area of one breast and gently pulled on it. This gave her an even larger orgasm. I actually thought she might not come back from this one. It was the downstairs. Finally I came down from my high, my fingers unclenching from her tit andcunt meat, my body losing its rigidity, the sexual haze lifting from my mindto be replaced by a certain lassitude. She was still coming on my cock, nowmoaning weakly and thrashing her head slowly back and forth. I pushed heroff my cock, watched as she fell on her face, her knees sliding down untilshe was laying flat on her stomach, her legs still spread, her asshole gapingobscenely, her sphincter covered with bright red. I cant even remember it all, but when she was in the kitchen cooking, shed call me from the living room where Id be with Nancy, playing, helping her with homework, etc. Id go into the kitchen and shed quickly get on her hands and knees and blow me. now the kitchen was separated from the dining room and living room by an island, so I could see Nancy on the couch, and many times she could see me – her mom would kneel down and not be seen while she blew me. I cant count how many times I came,.