That lethargy a good orgasm gives a man falling on him.“Mmm, you did good, Kevin,” I purred, leaning over.I pressed my boobs into his chest to kis... him. It was gentle. Loving. My son groaned as we did. My body buzzed. I broke the kiss and smiled at him. He needed a nap. He would be out of his father’s and sister’s hair for a while.“Sweet dreams,” I whispered and rose off his cock.“Mom...” he muttered.I smiled, his cum filling me. I slipped the rest of the way out of my bra and dropped it on the. .." Mmph?" we heard from under the sheet. A long, tan arm pulled it back and the former stoner chick who was christened Lucille Vandiver raised up to display small, perfect boobs and a pair of piercings accenting exceptionally long nipples. "Miz Wright, you know me." Know you, yes! Recognize you? There was no chance," Joanna said, clapping her hands together as if discovering a new toy. "You look incredible!" Yeah, you can thank Master – oh, sorry, Michael and Mickey for that. I needed to. He clearly had a technique that worked for him, and it was summed up by pure greed. He wanted more and more of my jizz in his mouth, but he also wanted even more of Larissa’s twat, and boy did he lap it all up with gusto as she came yet again! When he looked up at Larissa, she grabbed his face and began making out with him, tasting my cum, her own juices, and Rain’s saliva, too. They sucked face more than a little there, fully embracing their new and improved relationship at last. This was. " Then he dove into the pool. I sat the drinks down on the table and joined the swimmers. The three of us swam, drank and frolicked in the water. We had a blast. Whatever Jill was embarrassed about appeared to be forgotten.As we drove home from Roger's at about nine that night, I inquired about the wager. Our lives changed at that moment."Well are you going to tell me about your wager?" No," was her response."Bull shit, Jill. I have a right to know. What is this silly ass wager?" Bobby, I think.