Mark looked relieved. “Are you?” I asked. “Yes, if you are.” And then, “I don’t suppose we are going to say anything to your mum, are we?�...� “I wouldn’t have thought so,” I said and started giggling. Mark laughed too; a little nervously at first and then whole heartedly. “Well you’d better go get a shower while I clean up here.” I said when we had finished laughing. “Is that OK with you?” And, as he moved towards the door, “Will it happen again?” “We’ll see,” I said, but I knew that wasn’t the. As he reached to touch her beautiful slit she took his hands in her own and moved them to her voluptuous tits. She then used her own fingers to hold her pussy lips open to allow his tongue access to her moist, inner folds and her clit. He loved the taste of her juices and made a point of covering as much of her interior with his tongue as he could reach. Not surprisingly though, it was when he reached her clit she responded audibly. Her heavy breathing and sighs, as he explored her love bud,. I would go over to Patty’s to visit and more often than not one or more of the boys would be there and Patty and I would entertain them in her bedroom for the afternoon and sometimes into the evening.There was a onetime only incident that happened the summer after Carl graduated. We were at Patty’s and I can’t remember if it was Billy or Charlie that was also there. But anyway, the four of us were having a great time in her bedroom. Carl and I took a break and went to the kitchen to get a drink. "You father is at home," she sobbed. "He's sick, Tom. He had a stroke." What! When?" he asked intently."About ten days ago. Not long after you left," Vinnie offered."We didn't want to bother you on your honeymoon and there wasn't anything that you could do for him here." You said he's home?" Tom asked, turning back to his mother."Yes. He's resting and you can see him this afternoon," Louise said in a trembling voice."We didn't want to spoil your honeymoon, Tom," she continued. "That's why we.