“The reason I asked you to stay over hasn’t changed in the last five minutes. You might be only a bit inebriated, but your mother would still kill...me if I send you on your way like that.”For a second, Magdalene found that thought funny. Helen Brooks might not have hated her for, first fucking, then taking away her husband, but she would inflict bodily harm on her if she’d sent her son off tipsy and something happened to him.“You’re going to have to excuse me for a moment,” Magdalene then said. I announced myself and told him he was very impressive. Ryan began to apologize, but I stopped him telling him it was fine and I knew my wife enjoyed him and hoped he enjoyed her. I got both of them water and then sat as we talked. Ryan had not ever been with a woman and exclaimed how amazing it felt being inside my wife. I moved over and spread my wife's pussy to observe the aftermath of their fun. Her pussy was puffy and slightly gaped open. I bent down, kissing her stomach and then kissing. I looked at him and saw tears in his eyes. I stood and watched as they ran down his face and for some reason, my eyes watered up.I realized right then this was something I’d never get to experience — my dad watching me play football — tears flooded my eyes too. I shook my head, turning away to wipe my eyes on my shirt sleeve as we sat back down.I made myself a silent promise as I sat and watched Dr. McHenery yell and shout his son’s name. I was going to play every game for the rest of my. Her long legs were crossed and she was sitting sideways. She had been at the bar for about 10 minutes when one of the businessmen, in his forties maybe, talked with her for a moment and they walked out. I thought that they must either know each other or that was a really fast pickup. I ordered one last pina colada and decided to forego the sandwich. I was a little tiddly. Up to the room for some tv, bed, and maybe some more crying seemed like a good idea. if I skipped the sandwich I wondered.