I rose from my bed and peeked out my bedroom door which I always kept slightly cracked. I peered out just in time to see Trey carrying my passed-out m...m into her bedroom. Someone’s not getting any action tonight, I laughed to myself as I slid back into bed and eventually fell asleep.I’m not sure how much time had passed before I was awoken later that night by another noise. Lying in silence, I waited to hear the noise again. As usual, I was sleeping on my stomach and was too tired to turn over. "Get in the car," he ordered in a very sullen voice. When I started to put on the dress Roger yelled at me. "I didn't say get dressed. Just get in."He picked up the picnic basket and blanket and tossed them into the truck of the Jag. Then we roared down the road to the pasture below. He parked in the shade of a large weeping willow. The creek from above meandered along the roadside and the horses came over to investigate our presences."Get out of the car and wade across the stream. Go see if. Valerie was Mrs Finance’s vagina—she and some drunk girlfriends named their vaginas one night—and Valerie started takin' care of bidness. Valerie released the “Mr Finance” pressure vaginal tightness setting, and started shaking the sacred pink walls to let in more of that rigid black cock inside. Valerie went on to pour so much lust liquid down the pipe that Mrs. Finance’s usually prim and tidy “flower” was as sopping wet as a German Goo Girls model at the end of a piss and bukakke gang-bang.. I offered to teach my son the birds and the bee’s sort of stuff as his father had not, but I actually showed him one to one for my own needs. Tom wrote two stories about this called: Went Camping with my Mother and My Mother Educates Me about SexNow here’s my story A Treat For my Son It is late Sunday morning and Tom has had to run up the street to the shops for some milk for our morning cupper in bed. I am laid in our bed, naked thinking of his strong muscularly body on top of me last night.