Only the youngest son is ours. If our marriage is not ecstatically happy, we are at least content with each other and the choices we have made – and...we do love each other. I am the more assertive, outgoing person in the relationship and, as my occupation suggests, I am also highly creative. In addition to interior design I write poetry, and I have a burning ambition to write a novel. Someday, maybe – who knows? Anyway, scanning the internet one weekend, I discovered Lush Stories. I had. She approached tonight like she had approached bathing my c***dren when they were babies. She was tender, slow, patient and caring. Though entirely out of character, I didn't complain, because it felt like nothing else ever had. Just as I felt the stirrings of my climactic eruption, I warned her she had to stop. I expected her to pull right off as she always had, and finish me with her trademark aggressive hand job. Her idea of jerking me off had always been my least favorite sexual endeavor.. "Here it is," she said, holding my own crudely computer-generated document at me. "Are you sure this is the only way to pay this tax?" Not at all, ma'am," I said. "If you'll just look under subparagraph B, Section 2, codicil XVIII, you will see that a cashier's check for $6,313 may be remitted--" I don't got no six thousand dollars lyin' around," she snorted derisively."Well, that only leaves one alternative," I said. "Is your husband around?" Nah, he's at work at the bottling plant," she said.. Sherry knelt between my feet, facing Kennedy, as they kissed and yelled into each other’s mouths. She pulled Kennedy off my cock just before I got my second come. I felt hands on my cock and looked down to see Mom pulling the busted condom off me.“I hope we didn’t bust that condom inside her pussy.”“You didn’t, I broke it getting it off your cock. Stay right where you are. I want some of this now - just like Kennedy fucked you.”“Fuck me, then turn around to face me and fuck me again, so I can.