"Hello, my Edward," she smiled and her eyes glistened. Here eyes. I felt my breathing slow down and I felt the need to be in those eyes. My eyes never...left hers, but somehow I saw the way her dark hair glistened red with highlights as it framed her porcelain face. I became aware of the leather corset forming and holding her hourglass body beneath a fitted jacket and knee-length body-hugging skirt."I found your card when I was looking through your wallet while you were tanning, so I thought I'd. This is the combination that together with Cleo's "G" spot would get for me a very explosive orgasm. Both my wife and I enjoyed this Cleo/Anthony thing. It made our vocals kind of natural to come out and our minds were away from asshole and dildo. My wife had become quite the master of sexual expressions and, I don't know, made our fantasy much much more real. So she began. Cleo, enjoying Anthony all deep in your body?? Having fun being fucked by your lover?? To which I would reply, - yes my. “I suppose that there really was no way to predict that, any more than you could have predicted Carla coming back four years later to create the situation she did.”I shook my head and smiled ruefully, “That unsolved mystery is going to haunt me forever, I suspect. But there’s nothing I can do about it, and she’s stayed away. And honestly, there’s nothing more she could do.”“Are you happy?” Jessica asked.“I think so,” I said. “Things are great between Kara, you, and me. Your career is back on. ” My mother cooed, turning her attention back to her breakfast, to her mimosa and her toast. The television clicked on as I resumed my duty of orally pleasuring her, and the sound of yet more hardcore pornography filled the air, muffled through the perfect flesh of my mother’s porcelain thighs. I knew I was in for a wild ride then, and sure enough within seconds my mother was rocking her hips back and forth, pressing down to force her cunt firmly onto my face, smearing me with her.