I guess it would be okay." she said doubtfully."Thanks." he passed her and went into the living room." I like it. Nicely done." he said, admiring the ...urnishings. She shrugged, shutting the door and following him in."My Mom did it." She always had nice taste." Can I get you anything to drink?" Yes, a beer if she's got any." Sure." she walked past him and through the dining room to the kitchen. His eyes followed her admiringly. Nice ass, he thought to himself.He wandered around the living room,. "Cynthia! I'm going to cum!" What?" I think she heard me."I'm gonna cum," I groaned again through clenched teeth."Fuck." She withdrew her hand from my ball sack suddenly."Huh?" I groaned painfully. Aching for her attention, I wished she would touch me some more."C'mon, let's go to the motel," she clapped me on the shoulder and got up. My balls were so heavy and blue that I could hardly leave the tray. "C'mon!" Cynthia was already in the drivers seat and was hissing through the back window. Anything to help scratch my itch and ease my ache down below. Only now, everything seemed so much less exciting than before. The thrill had gone and even "Awesome Angie and her Agile Asshole!" seemed boring.Mom was sort of ignoring me. Conversations were yes-and-no affairs as we both tried to find our own ways to deal with everything. Every time I got up to go upstairs, I could feel her eyes following me as she sat there reading her books or watching tv. In a way, it made me feel kind of bad. Peter was almost speechless as he looked at the ring Dave had brought out of his pocket. He couldn't even guess at its value but knew that it must have cost a small fortune. He could just picture that on Jill's finger and he was overwhelmed that Dave wanted him to share in giving it to Jill."Let's go. I can't wait to see Jill's reaction" was all that Peter could say."Oh, there is one other thing that we need to discuss, though; sleeping arrangements. Jill and I have discussed this, but I would.