"Hi Mary. You have a really lovely home. This looks like a great neighborhood to raise kids."I was displaying my nervousness I know, but I couldn't he...p myself. Mary's smile never changed."Come in," she said, taking my jacket and hanging it on a coat tree. "You look very nice." You look even better, Mary. I can't get over how you've changed," I said, trying not to stumble and say the wrong thing."It's been eight years and two children, Ruel. I was bound to change," she said as she led me into. His tongue played with my piercing.When we got to our floor, we pulled away from each other and EJ smiled. He held my hand as we walked to the street to get a taxi.I told the driver my grandmother's address, where my father was staying while in town.When we arrived, my father was in jeans and a t-shirt. Usually he only wears business suits. My grandmother was in the kitchen cooking, as always. My cousins, aunts, and uncles were all around the house.“Hey, daddy,” I said as we walked in.“Hello,. I was just thinking how lovely you are." Then, after a pause, "Are you always this insecure about your looks?" "No," she insisted, "really, I'm not. It's just the thought of seeing you after all this time, after all we..." Hey!" he broke in. He had taken her soft hand in his rough, strong one and was patting it. "I understand, OK?"Leslie took a deep breath, smiled, and said, "OK."With that, the ice was broken, and over the next hour, they exchanged memories of their past lives and tales of. Amber continued grinding on me the way she did for Mark - up, down / back and forth as my hand gripped her hard cock. The motion of her humping allowed me to give her full strokes and slide a finger over the tip each time. After a minute or so, the lights over the stage flashed and Amber leaned back down to my ear. "That's the one-minute warning. Our time is up, sweetheart," she quietly said. I squeezed Amber's cock tight one more time and whispered, "I want to finish you so bad." I know,.