I responded, “Thank you for the paper towel.” He replied, “Thank you for the great blow job. I hope we can do this, again, some time, sweetheart...” I smiled as I walked away saying, “Yes, I hope so, too.” I made a bee-line to the bathroom. I felt like a cheap whore trying to hide my dirty deed. Yet, at the same time, I felt like a woman getting the satisfying sex she needs. I threw some water on my face in the bathroom. This made my skin slippery as it reactivated the dried cum. It was like I. We looked into each other eyes and started heading to the pool while talking.Me: Look at the firmness, that’s more than I expected!MIL: Don’t be jealous, haha.Me (I pressed one of her boobs): Which fruit have you hidden in this, aunt?MIL: Which fruit do you think?Me: Yesterday, you ate a banana and drank mango juice. And you like these two fruits. So, these are the mangoes.MIL: I have a place for a banana also. ;)And we reached the pool and got into it. I played some time with my son and wife. As Christie furthered the charade of her sudden 'illness', Erica gave her the book. Christie looked up with surprise, and Erica jokingly replied,"To pass the time."Christie said her goodbye and acted of pain until she reached her house across the street. The book in hand, made her excited. She could barely wait to try the relief method the lady performed in the story. When entering inside, she saw her mom preparing dinner, and explained to her the early arrival. Christie walked up the stairs. Who is it? Do I know her? Debbie laughed Yea you know her that's Joan the little dike. As she laughed she said one well fucked dike now. Brenda will be here Thursday to spend the night. By Friday I will also have something on Rene Walker 11, who is spending the night on Friday. What does she look like I heard myself asking. It was right then that I realized my cock was rock hard (very sore) but still rock hard. I was hard from looking at pictures of little girls. Shit I had become a pervert.