His jaw dropped as he moved his head up and down, tracing the outline of his mother's body. His friends had always k**ded him about her. "What a fox!"...they used to say. Now he realized just how true those words were! She was dressed exactly like Mrs. Holmes and she strutted toward him, stopping only briefly to lash out at her husband's cock with a crop. "Would you like to see me smoke, Stephen?" she offered, brushing her hand lightly against his throbbing member. "Yes, Mom, yes!" he replied. Marilyn had just a little sag. She wouldn’t fail the pencil test but if she gained any weight, all bets were off. Sue’s breasts had no sag at all. They stood out as mounds on her chest and didn’t hang down or even slip to the side when she was on her back. Each one was crowned by a bright pink areola and nipple. I loved to suck on those tits. And she loved it, too. But we always started with kissing.“I’ll kiss you any time you’d like,” I breathed.“I might take you up on that. You know. At the restaurant. Megan. Your ex. All those people look at me and know what I was..." Put a ring on your finger, Jess. What you were? That's gone. What you ARE? Jessica Harris – delightful, happy young wife in all the traditional senses – keeper of a home, lover of her husband." Faithful. It's important to me, Barry. I'm going to be faithful. Everything we have between us, I will treasure. That includes my body." Sounds like marriage, baby," I said."Does, doesn't it? Except for that license. “Ssi-bal nyeon!“ came a rough male voice.Now, Scott’s grandmother had taught the entire family to speak Korean, but she would have never taught any of them such language, the equivalent of “fucking bitch.” But when Scott was studying Korean as a thirteen-year-old boy, it was only natural for him to seek out curse words in said language. Scott took a deep breath and allowed his military instincts to rule his senses as he rounded the corner into the alley. He expected to come across a mugging of.