So I laid his drawings beside me and closed my eyes and try to relax a little. I've been napping when my shorts got yanked out and then someone pullin... my feet upwards. With my consciousness returning, I see Michael lapping and sucking my pussy. Both my feet are over his shoulders, my pussy up in the air, with my head still on the bed. Now that I'm awake, I see that my top was already off, he probably took it off while I was sleeping, my boobs wet with his saliva. Both my hands went behind me. Kush’s dinner party was in full swing when Lori Simons made her way across the back yard and around to the side of the Kush’s garage. It was a nice secluded spot for Lori to sneak a cigarette.Sue Kush was the wife of Fred Kush, owner of Kush Enterprises, the company where Lori Simons’ husband was employed. Fred and Sue had a son, Bryan, who was the same age as Lori’s son, Jason.Seems Lori’s secret spot wasn’t so secret. Coming around the corner, Lori found Bryan and his friend, Tim Tyler,. My children were still at school at this time and I felt that I couldn’t leave them to be with Eric even though he asked me a few times. We continued to meet regularly talk but not necessarily to have sex. Our relationship has continued to the point where we are family friends and that in itself is a whole other challenge. By the time my children were finished with school and pretty self sufficient my darling Eric and his wife had found out they were both infertile. One day he phoned me to. With a certain presentiment, I rushed to my room, my heart pounding with adrenaline and my brain going ballistic with weeks worth of dopamine rush.I practically tore the envelope apart to jerk out the folded paper and read the handwritten lines in a hormone-drunk frenzy. I had to read the letter several times before I was able to control my emotions and focus on the text, let alone understand it. Dear Jackson,The time has finally come. I'm setting sails for college. This means farewell. I.