He continued to dry off while listening to the message from his boss. It was the typical morning ten-minute message in which his boss rambled from one...topic to the next, while driving to the office for an early start to the day.Once he was dry, Dexter picked up the blackberry and read the email that had arrived. It was from the programmer telling him that he was going to be late to the office since he had worked through the night. While reading the message, another email arrived. Dexter replied. A couple two houses over from them were staring at us. As I looked at the homes next to us I noticed another woman staring as she got into her little blue Smart Car. It was parked next to a black BMW.My mother had to pick the two story manor with a very old Ash tree in front. It was as bright orange as the sun. The house was old. 1800's old. So that with the fact that it was haunted meant a very good deal for us... At least financially. I was sick of moving."Now, Malia." my mother demanded.I. Gliding back and forth across it. At the same time I felt her hand draw the sheet down from my shoulders, over my breasts, down past my waist. My left hand came to rest behind my mother's head, pulling her to me, not letting her escape. My right hand rested on her thigh, sliding up and down from her knee to her groin. I could hear soft whimpers escape from mom's lips. Drawing my hand up from her thigh, I cupped the breast nearest me and heard her gasp when I cam to rest on the distended nipple.. Watching (and photographing) Alison, unravelling from prim, shy, obedient housewife into a liberated beautiful sexy woman, I was to lead her upstairs to show her my cock! This is my bedroom, and slipping my hand under my pillows, declared and THIS, is my big, 10 inch cock. You like it Alison Wow, it IS big, and I see it does stay erect hehee, but perhaps more than I can handle she answered with wide open eyes. Alison, had still not buttoned up after our little tryst downstairs on the sofa, and.