Not a wife, my wife! We belong to each other. To have and to hold in sickness and in health, forsaking all others. Do you remember those words, Donna?...Do you? You've always been a great wife and mother. What the hell is wrong with you? You know that I wouldn't hesitate to step in front of a bullet for you. You're my woman and I love you, can't you see that? I've never told you what to do, but I'm telling you now, stay away from her. Now, go pick up our son. I'm going out for a while. Think. Licking his shaft up and down, feeling his balls, it looked like something out of a porno.I wanted to see more some I left her pussy and moved to the head of the bed. I lay down beside Darren watching her do her business, I was only inches away from her mouth listening to her slurping on his massive cock. Then she leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. I was shocked at first but she was so forceful. It was very erotic. Then she went back to sucking him, I could sense that he was about to. ”“Is that right?” His eyes flashed, “I won’t say I’m glad to hear it,” he nodded, raising a brow, “But I wouldn’t mind adding another Foster to my collection very soon.”But why? My palms felt sweaty, and my fingertips tingled where it his lips had grazed them. Why, why, why, why, why, why? Something here didn’t add up. I mean, did he mistake me for some other painter named Penny Foster? Some long-dead, more talented and worthwhile Penny Foster? Some obscure friend of Bracquemond and Morisot,. "Chris please," his mother pleaded. However, she lifted her hips and let him pull them down.Chris left the panties at the tops of her thighs and bent to kiss her now bare ass cheeks."Ohhhhh," Allison moaned at the touch of her son's warm lips.He kissed the surface of one soft cheek before moving on to the other. When he was done, he had kissed ever inch of her buttocks. He could see his mother trembling as he pulled her panties down her legs and off. He brought the slip of material to his nose.