It was one of the best nights ever. We cuddled all night. When I woke up the first thing I saw were John’s sexy, greens eyes staring right at me. I...giggled and looked away. I looked back at him still smiling. He ran his hand over my cheek as I blushed. “Conny?” he said with a loving sound to his voice. I loved when he said my name. There was something about the way he said it made me melt. “How did you sleep?” he asked curiously. I replied while smiling, “That’s the best sleep I have had in a. That's no one's fault but my own. That is what I believeyour mother is probably feeling, though she would never tell me that, Ihave a hunch she's wondering what I could have done differently." Fault, where is the fault in all this? Erin got old Daddy, really old.How is that your fault?" That part may or may not be my fault. You're mother has already assumedway too much responsibility for that. My indictment comes from keepingour family apart, too far apart for us to have been included in. "He slowly push's her thong down. She pulls his boxers down. She takes his hard young cock in her hand."Oh me god, Mark. I didn't realize. You have grown up in more ways than one. Your cock is so big."She takes his hand and leads him to her bedroom. She pulls him to the bed and sits. She admires his young cock."Oh, my darling boy. Your young cock is beautiful". She takes his cock in her mouth and sucks it. He moans and his knees go weak. She cups his smooth balls and drags her nails across. My relationships were never long ones. I guess my snarky sense of humor took a lot of getting used to.Sandy could always tell when one of my conquests was about to end. She’d tell me to “take it easy." That was her cue to me, to take a step back and re-evaluate.Sandy refused to talk about her family, her marriage, religion or politics. She said anything and everything else was fine, but those areas were untouchable. My love-life, on the other hand seemed to be fair game. I hated it at times,.