Brad says "shit baby, fuuuuck!" I'm still working that head of his dick, tighten my throat. Brad says "baby stop...shit stop." I release his dick from...my mouth and show him all his love juice has gone down my throat. He smiles and says "it was hard not to fuck you last night , this week and this morning, shit, you know you were fucking with me walking around the house like that." I smile and said "I wanted some and you ignored me."I then at that moment reach in my purse and pull out the. "That depends entirely on you Mary." What do you mean?" I mean my dear sweet lady, that I'll be here for as long as you want me." Thomas, I'm ten years older than you." Yeah, you'll soon be getting your old age pension."That made her smile and earned me a kick on my shin."Shall I tell you what my parents said to me yesterday?" Go on." They said that I've found an angel and that I should make sure I don't lose her again." They're nice people." They're clever people too, they're never wrong you. I needed the release that would come with that eruption of semen into her silky hole.****** But she was having none of that, as she firmly held her place behind me. This was her show, and it was going to be her finale. As if to signal the start of her grand finish, she cupped my tender balls with her hand. A momentary massage led to a tight grip on my shaft. She jerked me quickly for several seconds, but then slowed to a steady and even rhythm. All of the teasing had already gotten me halfway. Mom and Dad had come in to see the painting when I told them about the unusual night I had with Beth. Dad had given me a hug. Not just a squeeze or a man-hug, but an all-out bear hug that threatened to crack my ribs.“It’s so much better than seeing photographs of your work,” Mom said. She walked up to it and without touching it traced the outline of the shadow figures with her finger. “You know we are always here for you, too, Tony,” she said as she left the room.Saturday, she and Dad had a.