We started kissing again, this time I started exploring her lovely boobs.She was wearing a loose t-shirt and a skirt. She unhooked her bra I rolled up...and started pressing and massaging her boobs. I was licking and kneading her nipples. I heard a low moan sound. That made me crazy. I literally started eating her lovely melons. I moved a little bit and started kissing neck, I knew she has a thing with her neck I blew my hot breath she went crazy and I licked her earlobes.She started massaging my. I saw you tell Brenda. Brenda saw your jealousy, saw your hate. And she... told Dee. And Dee... killed him." Aw, Willie," I said sadly, unable to keep the emotion out of my voice, "Dee couldn't kill a fly."She looked up at me again. "Dee killed my husband, Frederick."I took a deep breath and counted to ten. "Nobody killed your husband! I didn't! Dee didn't! A tree fell on him! I'm sorry it happened, but..." I'm not sorry. I hated him! But you don't know! You weren't there! You didn't see!" Dee. I began to breather heavier and held my mum’s shoulder to steady me; I started to thrust my cock faster in to her hand as she tightened her grip on me. I was about to cum and I let out a moan, my cock shot hot sticky cum on my mum’s tummy and she looked down at my squirting cock twitching in her hand.Mum then took hold of her tit with her other hand, rubbing the palm of her hand over her hard nipple and let out a long moan. She milked the last of the cum out from my young cock with her fingers. One day was much like another.He cooked and cleaned and leaked milk that he didn't remember toexpress, and was unable to be self critical when he looked at what he'dcleaned. His meals were adequate at best, with none of the trimmings heusually managed to twist into his cooking.One day two weeks later Karen went to the kitchen to mark that she hadfour guests coming to dinner on the Saturday. No menus were posted.She looked round the house and found Amanda supposedly polishing thedining room.