...Good.....Sssooooo....Goo..Ughhh!" Patricia replied, she wasgoing crazy with lust."I'm gonna cum!" Patricia squealed, her body started to shudder"Ha...der! Oh" Fuck me harder" she insisted, her tight, juicy pussy squishedaround her son's massive cock as he thrust himself harder into her.Suddenly Patricia arched her spine, pushing herself fully on her son's meatas she started to cum, her pussy spasmed hard, her cunt-juice flowed outonto Andy's thrusting cock, she dug her nails into her the backs. Then I told her to go make me a cup of tea and remember I like mine served topless. She showed me into the front room and went off to the kitchen. Meanwhile I set the dining chair in front of the television and removed 4 lengths of rope from my black bag. Just then Eleanor entered the room with my cup of tea and she had removed her blouse. Her tits were as good as I remembered them only the nipples were larger than I recalled. I took the cup from her and set it down on the table, before sliding. " And we're off. We have achieved conversation. We go through fifteen or twenty minutes of biography—hers is a confusing mix of dot-coms, organic farms, and four (or was it five?) little liberal arts colleges. From there we verge into books and comics, and soon we're in a genial argument about which Hernandez brother. I'm a Jaime man, where she's a Beto partisan. In the harsh light of the kitchen fluorescent, I feel strange and isolated, the next room miles away. I'm at the phase of tipsiness. “Tim did that? Really? Honey, I had no idea! I’m sorry, but I told him to let you in to get your stuff, and he did the opposite? What’s the matter with him, anyway?” Jess ranted, “anyway, I thought that you understood. Why didn’t you understand?”“You changed the locks and didn’t give me a new key. That sounds very permanent, especially combined with Tim doing what he did. Also, you blamed me for being bi and used that as an excuse, as a breach of our wedding vows? News flash, missy, we BOTH.