He then turned me around and put his hand inside my pants, to have a good feel of my wet horny pussy. He asked me if we could move to the bedroom... I...removed his hand from inside my pants and led him upstairs to my room. He removed my clothes and soon he had me naked, just standing on my high heels. Then he lifted his shirt off, exposing his hard chest, which made my pussy even wetter. Soon I found me laying on my back with David between my spread legs. He muffed my pussy licking up my juices. He ran into the house yelling, “Mommy!”A little while later, I was back home, trying to piece together the killer idea I feared I had lost for my paper. A knock came on my screen door again. Shit. Now what? All I wanted was to work in peace.I stood up and went to my door.She was silhouetted by the afternoon sun at her back. I didn't know who she was. “Yes?”“Are you G. I. Joe?”“Joseph Middleton, ma'am. Can I help you?”“I'm Sean's mother, Mandy Rogers.”“Oh, I'm sorry. Come in, Mrs.. ‘Pretty much the same thing you told me she said when she talked to you,’ Karen said. ‘I had no idea how aware of the problems in our family she was. God, Milton and I have really messed up our children’s lives, haven’t we?’ Jason gave her hand a little squeeze. ‘Don’t be so hard on yourself,’ he said. ‘You didn’t make your husband drink and I doubt you had anything to do with making him the kind of man he is. Seems to me, that was pretty much decided before you met him.’ ‘I suppose not,’ Karen. As we stepped under the water streaming from the shower head, I grabbed a bar of soap and lathered up Alan’s dangling shaft, which was already semi-hard again, even after getting a handjob in the taxi.Alan loved fondling my tits – they were natural 36E cups, with large areolas and ¼” nipples that seemed to be perpetually stiff. As we began our shower, I had Alan’s shaft in my hand….stroking the length of it with soapy fingers, evoking low moans from Alan in response….and he had both of my boobs.