”“Am I a whore, Daniel?” she asked as they lay, naked bodies entwined.“If you are, you’re my whore. I love you mother and I want you and onl... you. (he now used “Mom,” “mother” and “Gwen” interchangeably).“But do I want you too much. Am I just making a whore of myself?”“Of course not. You are one very sexy lady ... the sexiest! You satisfy me to the point of exhaustion, yet I keep coming back for more. If that’s being a whore, then I like being in love with a whore.”And with that his fingers. He then leant over and kissed Kyle. Kyle had never tasted his own cum before but found Peter’s kiss enough to keep his dick hard and Josh found it enough to send him over the edge. Despite a smaller cock his balls were bigger, or at least were fuller. Kyle said he counted 18 waves of cum spray over the three of them before Lars took himself off Peter’s cock and sucked Josh’s cock clean. So who wants to fuck who, asked Peter as he gently caressed Kyle’s pert nipples. Kyle at that moment didn’t. ”“And you, Terry. ‘Bye!”Both were smiling happily. Grace added a little jig.The trip to Sandwell Valley Park was another success. They walked for an hour and a half nattering happily about nothing important but were both happily surprised when Grace slipped her hand into Terry’s. She had not even thought about it. She just did it. Terry took it, gave it a gentle squeeze and her an equally gentle smile. They walked on without a pause in conversation.They had their picnic, again simple but. I don't even know. Isn't that pathetic?" She smiled sadly. "I haven't been with anyone for months since my husband... well, even before that there wasn't much going on, and so... I don't really know." She looked around even more lost than before. I smiled and rubbed her arm gently, trying to ease her mind a little. "Well," I said, "maybe I can help you with that."She stared at me for a moment, as everything in her wanted to protest and run away. Still, in the end curiosity overcame her fear,.