.. a dummy.” Daniel looked down at the wedding ring on his mom’s finger. Her hands still held his hard cock. Cum dripped down over the diamonds. �...�The house ... is messing with him. He’s a sucker, Mom.”“Be respectful of your father, Daniel.” Julie tried to sound stern, but she squeaked a little as the penis lurched in her hands. Despite herself, she pumped him again slowly.“But he is a dummy, Mom.” Daniel pulled her onto his lap. “He’s the one who wanted to buy this house, right?”“Yes.” She. I'm usually home all day. You said that you paint? What do you paint? My son paints houses but I imagine you do something nicer." I paint my desires," I told him. The shy smile that came to his lips warmed my heart.He was mine now.I gathered my paintings together for one last look before my husband burned them. The variety amazed even me. Where did such carnal images come from? Why did they never cease to excite me? I had paintings of couples, groups and even of people alone, pleasing. In and out, in and out. My body quivers under your touch but I won't let myself get off again. Not yet. Just when I think I can't hold off any longer, you come up to me for more kisses. For the first time in my life, I taste myself on your lips.I roll you over and pin you to the bed. Teasing. I rub my clit over your dick. It feels so good between my legs. Finally, I line the tip of your dick up with my pussy. It's not the easiest to fit you inside of me but I'm so wet that you're able to slide. Ah well we were the Fab Four Yesterday ! I mused. We had finished three bottles when again Christine took control. “Back to yours now Sparks."I ordered a taxi. I lived about 2 miles away on the other side of town. It arrived "Baby you can drive car" I said to her tipsily. Chris and the girls laughed. Beatles again ! The driver annoyingly called Ann(wish she had been called Michelle) just shook her head. Not laughing it off. We got in and set off to mine. She got a good tip for putting up with.