"Sure is nice up here, today," he said. "How long have we been grubbing around like this? Twenty years?" Closer to twenty-five, and that's not even co...nting the civil rights demonstrations, back in the early sixties," Harper said. "But, the first years were rather lean, if you'll remember." God, we ate a lot of hamburgers from drive-throughs, going from one thing to another," McMullen said. "But we paid our dues. You know, some day, I'd like to just hang it up, maybe get a boat and take a. I squirmed, regretting it instantly. Attempted to lift my head but my neck seemed fixed in position. Gradually, I inched my body over onto my side, grasping at the bedding with taloned fingers as I swung my feet onto the floor and levered myself into an upright position. I shuffled to the toilet, seated myself with difficulty, and peed. There was no blood. I was thankful. My body was a mess; gouged scratches covering my thighs, my stomach, my pubic mons, all of them stinging, some weeping.. She approached the side of my bed and I edged sideways slightly to give her some room to sit. Rather than sit she slowly lowered to her knees at the edge of the bed and leaned in closely to gain a better view of my cock. Its deep purple knob emerging and retracting into my well lubricated palm as I smeared precum along the length of my shaft. Her right hand found its way to my inner leg slightly above knee level, her left palm placed flat on my bare stomach and gently she lightly stroked these. Vicky gurgled on his cock, her lips forced into his pubic hair. The thwack of his balls cracked through the room, joining the wet plunge of Melody’s fingers.“Cum in their mouths, Clint,” Melody moaned. “Please, please, cum!”“Yes,” Clint growled.Door closed. Heels clicked. Not footsteps, heels. It was Dr. Bernice this time.Clint slammed his cock into my mouth and unloaded. “Take it, Mom. Fuck, you are such a slut.”His cum splashed into my mouth. He grunted with each one. The clicking heels came.