. thank god. I allowed my son to suck on my neck while playing with my ass, his fingers sliding under my panties and touching my holes. Oh god I was l...tting my own son do this to me... and why not... I loved his touch... I loved the attention. I felt his fingers slide into my wet pussy and gave out a whimper."Oh your pussy's so wet Mom."Oh God... this was going further than it should, my daughter was just upstairs. His fingers were in me, I don't know how many; it felt like three or four. My. Gary looked as keen as Elaine to have some privacy. “Here comes your roommate.” He winked. “It must be hell at home.” “Tell me about it,” she said, chuckling and shaking her head. As Chelsea approached, Elaine was captured by the smile on her face. It was somehow different. More genuine. Almost sisterly. Elaine could tell Chelsea was happy for her. It was a look she hadn’t seen before. “Fresh from the oven,” Chelsea said chirpily, placing steaming bread rolls between the. The message should track him down, I thought. "Mike, it's me Maxine. Call me, we have a problem." You seem to be moving a lot better today," Tiny Dancer said to me."I got cleared by my doctor to do anything that didn't hurt. The chances of tearing a stitch are almost entirely gone," I informed her."Well keep working at it and you will be ready for the stretching exercises any time now." she said."Maybe next week," I said in agreement. I watched her walk away her butt a total contradiction. It. Originally his plan was for a genus story, CARREE LOVES BILLY, and then 10 stories of our sexual adventures and life.After his death I reworked his outlines and added a few things I remembered and few things he never knew about.After finishing 7 of the stories, I cannot continue.I feel it is only fair to tell you all the reasons why and a few of the circumstances.The support I received from the readers of the sites that posted the series was just unbelievable. Some of those who wrote made a.