It was a very good thing, she had a lot of errands to run after work, because every time she even thought about touching herself, his last text to her...about her wetness and arousal being for him, stopped her for some reason. She thought that maybe he wanted to see her again soon and wanted her to be good and hot for him. She didn’t know, but it was driving her crazy just thinking about it. When she went to bed that night, there was a hot throbbing between her thighs with his name written all. Ann was sweating profusely while she was loading the cardboard boxes full of meat, snacks and cans of soft drinks and beer in the trunk of her car.She actually could feel the sweat trickle down between her round breasts and down her back, working its way past her massive buttocks. What the hell, she thought, a little sweaty work is a small price to pay to keep my house clean and free of loud, drunken boys...Today was her oldest son, Robert’s 19th birthday, and he had insisted on giving a party. “Dag, I can’t. I won’t say goodbye.” I could see tears in her eyes and I could feel them building again in my own. Billie’s visit had brought the reality of my situation home for both of us. That beeping machine next to me was a constant reminder that my life was holding on by a thread. Even the little conversation I’d had in the past few minutes was tiring.“I’m not asking you to say good-bye, Riley,” I said. She fell on me—gently—and hugged me as well as she could. I stroked her back and. “Want to eat my pussy before we fuck? You have me nice and wet.”Chris didn’t say a word, going quickly to his knees. He pulled her closer and buried his face in wet pussy. She placed the heels of her shoes over his back as she felt his tongue and fingers exploring her hole. Dan stroked his cock watching Chris eating his daughter’s pussy.“Fuck, your cunt tastes good!” he muttered and her body reacted to his tongue on her clit.“Is he doing a good job on you, honey?”“Mmm, he sure is! I love that.