They were now in a living room or a receiving room as Jeffrey guessed. Jeffrey was asked to take a seat.May I take your bag, sir?Uh, yes, uh sure. Wa...t a minute. Let me grab my laptop bag and thenyou can hold on to my suitcase. Jeffrey, suddenly realized how odd itwould be for him to drag his suitcase around a funeral home as big asthis one.The butler took Jeffrey's suitcase and left the room.This is certainly the Mac Daddy of funeral homes. Jeffrey thought tohimself. He thought this must. . I woke in the morning, sunlight streaming through the window, Matt naked and comatose beside me, and decided, just for a change, not to wake him. He looked lovely there, and I knew he needed sleep after last night. In any case, I could smell food cooking, and the toss between breakfast and sex is always difficult for me. I sneaked quietly from under the covers, and headed for the kitchen.Clothing around the house was only bothered with in the case of visitors, excursions or cold, and none of. What was it? A hunting trip or something. She thought about how her sister and she had gotten us kids to bed, then sat down and enjoyed a few glasses of wine. A little too much. Soon they were tipsy and began feeling each other up and down, petting, kissing, and oh how they had given each other such roller-coaster orgasms. I stood at the foot side of my bed, at moms feet. I loosened her police issue boots, pulled them off slowly and then her socks. Hmm, I took in the aroma of moms feet. It was. Jessica found the sensation romantic, even mildly erotic and certainly reminiscent of Kenny's wonderfully stimulating foreplay.This was plainly brought home one late summer afternoon as she was taking Christopher for a walk in a nearby park. She heard the first indications that he was hungry and so, looking around, spotted a bench under a beautiful mimosa tree. Taking him from the carriage, she sat on the bench and unbuttoned her blouse as usual. Her eyes closed momentarily as the young one's.