I made Peter remove my shoes before slipping out of my clothes into my white baby doll night dress, making sure to turn my back to Peter before I pull...d on some matching panties. I climbed into the already turned back fresh sheets with Peter laying across the large sumptuous bed at my feet. Every now and then I would get a kiss on the feet or a gentle lick which I found soothing, I soon drifted off into a lovely deep sleep. On the Saturday morning Peter gently woke me up placing a breakfast. “I’m going to have lots of babies.”Amanda shuddered and drove the automobile away from the curb. He was right. Deep down, she knew her son was right.The book was open on Patrick’s chest as he lay on his bed. He kept turning pages at the pace he normally would, but the words he read floated right by his busy mind. All he could think about was that Donna was back with her husband at the hotel while Patrick was stuck in his room trying to study. He didn’t know how he was going to wait to see her. We had agreed to drive together and when he came out of his house wearing a suit and tie and black Italian leather shoes, I almost creamed in my pants. He had put gel in his hair and trimmed his beard and looked fucking hot. He had also applied some nice, masculine cologne and smelled great. I looked directly into his steel blue eyes, shook his hand, pulled him in for a hug and said, “Looking good old man.” He playfully responded, “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.” My attention was. ”“Even if I can’t, I’m not done for the evening and I’d like to give you all you want.” I did last through another of her orgasms and she squealed when she felt my hot shots inside her. I pulled her down to rest on top of me. She wasn’t heavy.Our brief nap was interrupted by Cassie’s voice, “There you are! I see you’re having some fun. I’d like to use the blanket now. I’ve got a couple of guys with me. You done yet?”“Yeah, we’ll go get some more to drink. Amanda, this is Cassie, the girl I.