.. and when she woke up in her jammies she always wondered how she ended up in bed and who undressed her. David held her up while Grace stripped and d...essed her. Grace said it was good practice for parenting, David said it was excellent erection control.There were times when she woke up in the middle of the night terrified. Those nights she crawled into bed with the Andersons ... why was she terrified? She couldn't ... or wouldn't ... say ... but she was an indiscriminate cuddlier when she. I loved it. Mom's tongue dueled with mine as we traded his jizz back and forth.Sadly, that wonderful cum melted into our saliva. Mom broke the kiss and purred, “It's getting you hard again, isn't it, sir? Watching me do this?” She licked up my other cheek. “You taste so good on my daughter's face.”“Yes,” I moaned. “You love it. You've always wanted to cum on a barely legal slut's face, haven't you?”“God, yes,” he panted, fisting his cock. Life was breathing back into his dick. I bet it had been. The last thing I needed was to get stopped for driving under the influence.We arrived at the apartment and I offered everyone a drink. As I was making them Jess put on some music. After giving everyone a drink Jess asked me to dance with her which I did. Chris and Carl got up and were dancing also. The CD that Jess put on was all love songs, slow and easy to dance too.In our living room we don't have a couch but we do have a loveseat and matching recliner. After dancing a couple of dances Jess. That had only begun happening around the turn of this last century. It had been nine years since her last headache. She calculated she had another year or two to go, then the following year or two was going to be pure hell, again. If she could, she would spend most of it in a basement, or somewhere underground.There was no wind, so she spread her fragile wings toward the sun, seeking what little warmth she could get. It was pretty stingy with its heat when it was this close to the horizon.Her.