‘Hi Marcus, its Peter here… yes I’ve just got into the office…’ ‘I’ll go and make us a cup of tea,’ Miranda murmured as she picked up...her mug and left the room. The pressure came off Miranda — once word got around that Peter was back, but as the afternoon wore to an end she worried for him, he looked so very tired. ‘I think that we should treat ourselves to a taxi tonight,’ she said as she slipped her jacket over her shoulders. ** The week continued in the same vein, the staff at Phillip’s. " I guess you like what you see." I can't describe how much."When we'd dried enough we stood to get dressed. "Hey Ry, at least it's back to a regular shrinky dick." For now." I smacked her bare ass as she bent to put on her shorts."OW. Be careful you." We laughed, then fully dressed, walked back to the cabin. We joined the other three ladies for lunch then sat around chatting and have a couple of drinks. Maybe more than a couple as Rose and Carol started telling stories about their younger days. They are your Dad's... and they will fit you well. If you want to go on a date with me you will have to look nice." A date... with you?" I asked in surprise."Yes," she stated, "a date."I washed up fast, dressed in black slacks and a white shirt, brushed my hair and put on some of the aftershave I had got last Christmas. I hoped she liked it, Karen had given it me, and I had never used it before. I ran up the stairs.She held out the tie for me. I looked at it. "Fuck, how you put this on?" I said. Vivian glided her left hand between his trembling legs, cupping his balls."I'm cumming Mom!-Cumming!"His cock sprayed torrents of aim down her throat. His prick throbbed and bucked as it disgorged its milky contents, shooting streams of thick cum into his mother's mouth.Vivian loved the taste of her son's creamy cum. She sucked and jacked his jism-spurting boner harder than ever, thirstily gulping down the frothy tide of spunk. Cum bubbled out of her mouth, drooling down her chin. Still, the.