“What would you like to do first? I know what I’d like to do?” I swallow hard, again, like her son had swallowed hard, and I start thinking. Am ... like her son, maybe? No, I’m not. Well, maybe I am. He is older then I am now. He’s like what? 47 years old or something and we haven’t even touched on that part. “What I’d love to do,” she says out of nowhere as I’m thinking and she lets go of my hand and continues by saying “I’d love to put my hand down here.” She lays her hand on my lap. I see it. I wore shorts, T-shirt and a pair of Nike’s. We arrived fifteen minutes early and after checking in, the receptionist handed mom some paper work to fill out. Once that was done, I went over with the papers and gave them to the receptionist. Twenty minutes later, a nurse came out to the waiting room and called for mom. Sitting there by myself, I began feeling nervous. It seemed like it took forever for mom to return, and when she sat down, the nurse called my name. As I was getting up, mom. "Perhaps things would have worked out better for Regan if you'd waited," Evan continued. "Perhaps your marriage would have disintegrated and she would have been hurt by a divorce. Perhaps you would have found a different way to make your money. There is no way to say. For now, suffice it to say that you're happy and so is your daughter. She's taken away some valuable lessons from her upbringing that she would have missed if you'd done things differently."Andy is the same. His life would have. . Claire finally lifted her chest up and kissed me and then kissed Cindy,she then repeatedly kissed us several more times. “Fuck”she said shaking her head “thank you Cindy”giving her another kiss”and thank you for sharing.Doing what you did to me made it feel like “ and hesitated “like I just had someone different fucking me”. Claire then rolled to my side sliding her own fingers into her pussy ,she then looked at me red faced and smiling.Then looked at Cindy’s hand when she held it up all.