She transferred attention to her other leg; it was tougher to watch her hands, but I did not move for a better view. She finished and picked up a hair...rush. She brushed her long black hair with her eyes closed, still humming. The thrum my body felt from hers increased when she smiled as if remembering good things.The signal came suddenly. Her head snapped around and her eyes widened when she 'saw' me. She stood up facing me.I was my mother's height at the time, maybe five-foot six. She had been. Always the way with falling, isn’t it? Seems like it takes forever. Been ten years, three months, since last time. Know what you’re thinking. Thinking ‘ten years? not eons?’. Nope. Nature unpleasant–sure I’ve mentioned that before. Try my hardest, but nature tries harder. Can’t deny what we are. Never compromise with excuses, never forget. So, yeah, ten years and three months. Only know that because Artie reminded me last week. Like drug addict in recovery, like drunk in program–except when I. Marcie actually smiled at him, something she rarely did, and said, "Hello, Sam." I'm going to get myself a drink," he said. "Would either of you like anything?" That's nice of you," Marcie said, sounding a little surprised. "Umm... do you have iced tea?" Sure," Sam said. "Joan?"Joan got up. "I'll help you with them. Be right back, Marcie."When they were out of sight in the kitchen Joan pressed herself against him and gave him a quick kiss."Sorry about Marcie," she whispered, "she wanted to come. Saw my naked cock.i dont know what to do .her face became reddish seeing my cock.suddenly she asked me to get down and i respected her words and got down.then she asked me y i din wear underwear,since i m like her son and in his son’s age ,she asked me this.then i told since it was hot i din wear it.then she told “idiot coz of it you know what you have done?” i asked her what i did .then d answer which i got form her nearly shock me.she told for d past 15 years i din see a cock like yours and.