He loved his wife very much, and missed her when he couldn't get home. He always called and talked with her on those days.I called his office. I knew ...e was in. After they answered, I requested to speak with John Avery-Smythe."Tell him it's Tom Wilshire. I think he will speak to me," I said to the secretary who answered.A moment later, the well modulated tones of lord Avery-Smythe was on the other end."Tom? What a pleasant surprise. How are you?" He asked."Fine. I am in country, and wondered if. I guess I need to go even a little further back than that. I was raised by my mother. My father died before I was old enough to remember him. We lived on a farm when I was born, or so I've been told, but after my dad died, mom couldn't keep it up by herself. I think she sold it before I was two." After all the debts were paid there wasn't much left and my mom didn't have any special skills. No one in either her or dad's family had ever gone to college or even learned any trade besides farming.. He'd never cared for that stretch of curvy, single lane, two way traffic. Too many young airmen liked to see how fast they could make it up or down the mountain, relying on their quick reflexes to save them in case of sudden oncoming traffic. Ed wasn't someone who cared to be made an innocent victim of another's reckless folly.From Almaden he drove straight through, heading east until he joined Highway 101 over by the IBM off ramp. He drove south on highway 101, until reaching state highway. As I'm stroking my tiny penis I hear a sneeze. I was so embarrassed As I realized my sisters mom was sleeping on the floor.I couldn't tell if she was awake so I thought to finish off what I started.I reached down and started rubbin my balls until my dick was rock solid. I couldn't help but be turned on by what I was doing. Then t happend I came. Forgetting her mom was on the floor I watched as every drip of cum landed in her hair. I was interrupted by a loud "ewwwwwww what the fuck are you.