Noch öfters trug sie Heels oder dünne Kleidung bei der sich ihre großen Brustwarzen durch drückten. Sehr oft stellte sie sich zur Schau, regte mir...ihren festen geilen Arsch entgegen oder streifte mich beim vorbei gehen.Und ich konnte natürlich die Finger auch nicht still halten, berührte sie wann ich konnte. Ich wollte und musste sie wieder ficken. Als ich Urlaub hatte und ihre Tochter im Kindergarten war, traute ich mich bei ihr zu klingeln. Mit offenen Bademantel stand sie vor mir. „Komm doch. "She smiled, and something in our bond solidified at that very moment. Not that I would, but I felt that I could bend down and starting eating her pussy right now and she'd not only let me but be excited about it."Was it as good for you as it was for me?" she asked. Her eyes were sparkling, no doubt with tears of joy.I nodded enthusiastically, my expression reflecting the sincerity of my words. "It was the best I ever had."Suddenly we were embracing full on, and our naked bodies crushed against. He was doing fine, apologetic as hell, but medically he was fine. Edgar? Well, I wasn’t sure how the rest of his life was going to work out. I think that it was a fairly safe bet that his plans were ashes.I also checked in with Chuck. I could see that he was now a young man with a plan, a goal. I hope that he could convince his family. I asked him what his plans were.“Well, Mr. Reynolds, I’m going to change my major. I’ll still play football for as long as I can, to keep that scholarship going.. I had the confidence.Only Mrs. Nielsen arrived and then Mom’s client. She was in meetings all day. There was no chance for me to get her alone as she and her client were secluded in the conference room, talking about the case. Whenever I came in to bring drinks or snacks, it felt so intense in there.“How’s it going, bro?” my sister texted me around lunch.“Great,” I lied.“No, it’s not,” she answered with a taunting emoji at the end. “If it was going great, you would be bragging about banging.