'I imagine yew'll not say no to coffee,' our hostess says, handing me a cup and indicating a pot that was a-settin on a flat stone just to one side of...the fire. "'No ma'am,' I says. 'I surely wouldn't.' and I poured myself a cup, holding it in my hands and blowing on it a mite afore I drank. "Well, sir?that there coffee had obviously been made by a master of the art. Strong enough to float a horseshoe in as we used to say and with just a hint of chicory for added flavor. 'There's a plate of. "It's alright, just please don't do it again." She replied, still trying to maintain a little control over the situation. Brendon smiled and leaned over, kissing her softly on the forehead."Don't worry, I won't." He grinned. "Hey, I forgot that I had to drop by a co-worker's house and pick up some paperwork. You going to be okay?" He asked, straightening his tie."Yeah, sure." She said."Great, then I'll be back in a little bit." He smiled and walked out the door. As he started the car, he began. Dad left when I was 5. I used to jump in her bed in the mornings for a cuddle. When I was 13 we were having a cuddle and my hand touched her breast. It was an accident. As she never moved I touched it again, but this time mum moved it. Next morning I jumped in again and touch her again. This time she moved it away and rolled over and told me that it was wrong to touch her. She wasn’t angry about it. It was a few days later I did it again to her, I remember It was a Saturday morning. She didn’t. All those 'men'. Oh god .. ohhhhhhhhhh"Something wasn't quite right with what she said, but then another powerful orgasm shot thru her body and another flood of juices poured down my throat. The taste was changing. Most of the male cum had been washed out. But now I was concentrating on making her cum. My cock felt swollen, like it was about to burst."Eat that nasty cum, baby. Lick it all out me. Get all that cock juice out of the woman you love. Your cock is so hard. I can tell you love this.