"Can you hear me OK Ron?" She was half shouting over the music?Ron subconsciously answers in almost a shout himself, "The music is loud honey. What is...it, what is wrong?"A hand was placed over the mouthpiece and he could hear a mumbled request to turn down the music. Where was his wife anyway - some club or bar? Hell, she was supposed to be on a business trip.The hand is removed and the music is now only a distant background sound. "Is that better Ron? Can you hear me now?" Yes, yes! I can hear. I adjusted Lisa so she was kneeling in front of me with her tits easy to access, then told her, “Open wide, bitch, you’re about to service my cock in the way that all women should learn to: on their knees, with a cock in their mouth! In fact, it is my firm belief that women should use their mouths for sucking cock much more than for talking!”For a moment, I saw a hint of defiance in Lisa’s eyes at my extreme anti-woman rant, and she started to open her mouth presumably to yell something at me.. I finally gave up, and proceeded to gingerly brush the cobwebs off my teeth, moving the toothbrush carefully around the bandage on my lower lip.My mom heard me stumbling around upstairs, and came up from the family room to offer some assistance. She insisted on helping me in getting a flannel shirt on, the left sleeve unbuttoned to accommodate the bandage, and she knelt down on the floor of my bedroom to help me get a pair of sweatpants on my feet so I didn't have to struggle one- handed.As she. Amid the hot embrace among their lips she reaches down in the narrow space between them feeling his powerful hands gently yet firmly kneading into her back. Gripping by his belt she takes hold of his white shirt, in a an instant almost as a single movement she pulls at the base of it an lifts away from her lover just long enough to remove the shirt from his back. His strong arms fling above his head allowing the shirt to be removed an as he tries to bring them back to caressing her she.