She nodded her head and they embraced. "Now that we have that settled, let's have a drink before we head out." He raised his glass in the air to make ... toast: "To the most beautiful and wonderful mother a guy could have. I love you, mom." Dorthea blushed a little and drank a few sips."Paul, I sure wish you could forgive your dad. I didn't like making up some story about having to go out with the girls to some formal. Do you think you'll ever be able to forgive and forget?" she asked with a. Paul shifted again, toward the bottom of the bed. Starting at her feet, he began to lick and kiss, first her feet, then her ankles, slowly moving higher. He switched back and forth between her legs, never hurrying, making slow progress. Joan felt a warmth developing in her legs, moving upward. She was so wet! Finally Paul was kissing her thighs, stroking the outsides with his warm hands while kissing the insides. Closer. Joan tried to move to place her pussy closer to him, but to no avail. His. A hallway ran down the right wall back to the bedroom. The back door was right outside the master bedroom door. I actually liked living alone was great. The beauty of living there was besides being close enough to date and when she felt like it fucking Linda, was that I was only about ten or fifteen minutes from my favorite adult bookstore and its glory holes. I even passed it going too and from work, so I could stop in on the way to or home from work and suck a dick or two.Finally settling on. “It’s all over your face,” he smirked. “Besides, hot piece like that and guy like you. What did you do? Beg her not to leave you and then go right down on that used muff to show her how much you still loved her.” I was shocked he could read so much in my expression. I didn’t want to confess that it was more like I was going down on her while she was having her affairs, but he must have read something in my face because his face lighted up like daybreak! “You’re shitting me?” “What?” I asked..