On more than one occasion during the night; Marion had woken up screaming bloody murder, only to realize that she was safe in her bed and Luke’s str...ng arms were wrapped around her. Finally, she woke up for the day and she realized that she had been sweating all night for she was very tacky and the sheets were soaked. Looking out the window, Marion figured that it was almost ten in the morning. ‘Shit’ she thought for she had a lot of work that she had to do today. Marion managed to drag her. She looks to the display screen of the phone on the wall it does not say there is a line in use. She can now fully feel the wetness of her shirt and pants as she makes her way back to the living room. She stops by the chair her bag is in. In the air all she can smell is the sweet smell of sweat and her own vagina almost fruit like smell mixed with a light sweat scent. She lifts her shirt to her nose and inhales deeply. Don’t smell like pee. She lowers the shirt to her lips lightly sucking the. I was left behind, still cleaning up my mess. I felt just like I was in Grade Five all over again, when Becky Saunders had pulled my pants down at recess, and had run behind the tree, calling ‘ Catch me, kiss me’. I never did catch Becky, and felt hopeless about this tease. The same urges motivated me to give chase, even as I recalled the humiliation of the other kids chanting ‘ catch me, catch me, you look like you hafta go pee!’. But this time, instead of my penis shriveling from. It was incredible to feel. I groaned at the delight that rose in my dick. My balls swelled as I savored this hunger. She nursed on me with passion.“Yes!” I panted. “Oh, Las’s big dick, that’s good! Work that mouth. Suck off all your daughter’s juices.”“Mmm, yes, yes,” purred my dragon-mother. “Clean him up and suck out his cum.”Her blue eyes shone over the married woman’s rump. I loved these older, motherly women. They were exciting. My dick throbbed in Bethie’s mouth. She sucked with passion.