In fact, she seemed like the perfect mom, almost a fifties TV mom, like June Cleaver without the retro clothes. Tomorrow was Thursday; no classes. I f...ll asleep with my cock in my hand.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Mow the lawn," Mom commanded.Really? I had done the dishes and there wasn't enough laundry to do it again, but the lawn? I had mowed it just two days ago, but Mom insisted, so I did it. When I finished and came into the kitchen, she was making sandwiches and a. " Mark eventually said after sometime."Yes it was." Erin said smiling back at Mark as she brushed her hand across his cheek."OH MY GOD!" Mark shouted when he caught sight of the ring on Erin's finger. Grabbing her hand and holding it, they both looked on as the silver ring gave off a translucent glow and then slowly vanished."What just...?" Erin whispered in amazement as she looked at her now bare ring finger."Noooo!" Mark screamed as he grabbed Erin's finger and felt the now vacant finger for. Ian kept talking hot and dirty into Dinah’s ear: telling her what a hot fuck she was and how many guys were shooting off just by watching them fuck. He told her how tight and hot her asshole was and how he was going to enjoy fucking it right up to her 9th month. He told her how he was going to enjoy sucking the milk from her tits and feeling her labor spasms when he made her cum while she was giving birth. Dinah’s body was in a constant state of electric arousal. All Ian needed to do was barely. Her head backs away. "You are a naughty boy," she opines. I notice four or five have witnessed proceedings, and are smiling broadly at me.This is going well. It's all in good fun. So I aim at as many hands or faces as I see. I place my cock on the tray with the tidbits and make the offer smiling. A couple pretend to select the cock.Having done the rounds, I return to the kitchen, clean away the pre-cum, and take up a tray carrying cold soft drinks. I find my way precariously to the small coffee.