" I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting to keep my composure with all my strength.I didn't want to cry. Dammit, I did not want to cry. I didn't know why I...was so afraid to. Maybe I thought I wouldn't stop if I started. Maybe I just didn't want to appear weak. I really didn't know, but I suddenly felt Mom's arms around me."It's OK, Brody, it's OK," she soothed. "It's OK, Baby."She didn't try to tell me it WASN'T my fault he was dead, and I was grateful for that, for some reason. I'd heard people say. As if reading my mind, she got up and guided her husband to lie down face up on the cushion from a lounge chair. Then she got on top of him sixty-nine style. She looked up at me and said, "fuck me." His face inches from her pussy, I slowly sank my cock into her. Of all the incredible sex I had had that night, nothing felt even close to the feeling of sinking my cock into her hot wet pussy. Then I started thrusting into her hard and fast. Her husband's mouth was open and his tongue was. "Trying to lighten the moment, I said, "I thought I would fire right into my birthday suit—" Then be sure to wear your robe," my wife teased me right back. Right, Millie?" she giggled, looking over in her direction."Hmmm!" she giggled. "No comment!" she said, joining the two of us in our little joke.I would have given anything to have gone into the bedroom with Beth and Millie to watch those two sexy females get undress but I didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize our little erotic. His movements were in and out of her in long full strokes, watching her face. He lowered himself to kiss her, "Janet Byers, I love you."Janet smiled and nodded, wrapped her legs around his, and matched the movement of her hips exactly with his. Although he wanted to savor this first time with her, he was not going to stop, he could not. Her hands moved across him, cupped around his shoulders, and reached up to thread through his hair. She lifted her chin, her head going back as she moaned while.