There areremarkably few comments, but I am sure that Jack sees what he's wearing..Finley, on the other hand, is probably less conscious about this. He...justaccepts mom's choices, at least until now. I have been questioningwhether I should talk about this subject or just keep on surfing on thegood wave. But I am so curious of what is going on in Jack's head. Icouldn't help myself and decided to bring up the topic in thebreastfeeding cuddle time.While Jack was still sucking, he held both his. .Lyns I..oh! Honey it's you!" she started from the couch, tits bouncing as she pulled her vest cover them. The other girl thumped unceremoniously to the floor. "Heyy baby," Connie started, "we didn't hear you come in..it's so hot out, I guess we overslept." She looked up at him with sugar in her eyes. She knew you didn't keep J waiting for a drink and a lapdance when he got in. "Yeah and did you have a good nap?" he asked slyly. Mid-sentence he reached out and grabbed her pussy roughly, making. He seemed to want to touch as deep inside her as he could and with a few more thrusts she was held in place by his grip. She felt his cock swell, waxing and waning, as his fluid shot into her. She heard him yell, "Oh damn!" The influx of his cum continued as she squeezed her pussy walls to drain every drop from his sensitive tip.Her head was tilted with a cheek on the soft sheets. She watched the stranger in the corner now, as his hand was quickly moving over his shaft. She could only make out. “So what brings you here?” the younger woman asked.“I’m testing a sleeping bag set up for my brother’s import company.” It was my cover story lie anytime I hiked the trail.I was tired of talking, so I just shut up and moved away from the fire place. The two of them eventually began to talk as though I went there, which always suited me best anyway. I did listen and watch them.“God it’s cold Sarah,” Liz said in a whiny voice. “I don’t know why we had to do this in the dead of winter.”“God you.