He paid no attention as usual to his Mom asking him to put in his room. "I've got wonderful news, Jake dear. You father is coming over for a nicefamil... dinner."His face lit up. "That's great. Dad's really coming over? Maybe we couldbe a family again, Mom!" Maybe," she said teasingly and kissed him."Aw Mom, I'm too old for kisses!" To a mother no son is ever too old for kisses. Now put your bag in yourroom as I told you, and do your homework so you can spend some time withyour dad." Okay, okay,". "Oh shit," she didn't understand why Marsha didn't like it. She buried her head in the pillow to keep from making a loud noise. She was biting her lip and having trouble breathing – damn he was good at this! His tongue was everywhere. Her voice was raspy with passion as she tried to whisper so they wouldn't wake up Marsha, "Stop...or...I'm going to cum." She was stunned at the pure joy on his face."I can't think of a more wonderful gift from a nicer person, please don't make me stop." Cheri's. Katrina was born and raised in suburban London, but sometimes her upbringing leaves a delightful trace of Eastern Europe in her accent or the way she phrases some expressions, and her face is a very attractive mixture of Slavic cheekbones and soft brown eyes, framed by Scandinavian straight blonde hair.It had influenced me in my decision to close early that it was a Wednesday. Katrina is a schoolteacher: she teaches physics and mathematics (smart cookie that she is) at a secondary school, to. But over time it started to change. The once taboo topic started to drift into our morning conversation over breakfast. It was time we turned the bedroom fantasy into reality.One particular evening, Liz and I were on the couch watching TV just decompressing from a long workday. The show we were watching goes to commercial--that's when Liz takes the remote and mutes the TV. This was normal in our house and just meant the other person wanted to talk, I'm sure the person reading this does.