Even she had a good time, too, to a certain extent.“Hey, baby, so nice to wake up in your arms!” Mom told me in a thin, raspy voice now, making me...realize that I was in bed with her.“Oh, hi, Mom ... how are you? You seem ... drained,” I worried openly about her, even as my dick felt her soft, smooth buns against it.“Well, yeah, I am ... so are you, but in a much better way,” Mom answered me in a playful tone, making light of her ailing health.“So ... we, did it again, huh?” I commented as she. He stepped over to the girls and gave both a big hug and kissed their cheeks. They fussed over him a minute and then let go. They headed hand in hand over to the elevator and I joined them. We got in and when the doors closed I ask what that was about."Fred is like a Dutch uncle to us. He's always worrying about us and he runs the skirt chasers off. We love him to death and are going to miss him. His wife is a dear and treats us like kin too. We just had to say goodbye." I didn't have a problem. Sandy knelt, horribly transfixed by the hard, angry flesh-pistol about to be triggered in her face. Scott's entire body was seized with euphoria, as his balls took over with a fierce, involuntary clenching. He swallowed his groans, so that his intended target did not even know to flinch. Oh-oh-oh-oh ffffffuck!!!!! Sandy gazed intently - and a volley of dense, white cum-shots fired from Scott's cock, exploding in her face. They missed her mouth entirely, each voluminous jet blasting against her. It took him two weeks to get back to me that indeed Caroline was leaving the office before two on Friday afternoons and either going home or going to another house. He said that another person was meeting her at our house around two thirty and staying for a couple of hours and then leaving. He followed the other person and they went to the other house where they obviously lived. He was reluctant to give me any more details at that point but said he had set up some of the equipment in our house.