"I hope you don't mind that I know what you're doing, Sweetie. It sounds nice to me." No, I don't mind," Ryan replied. Jennifer pushed her hips toward...her son ever so slightly. She wasn't aware that he had just had the thought of putting his hand on her behind. But coincidentally, that was exactly what she was wanting him to do in that moment.Picking-up on what he hoped was a signal, Ryan lifted his idle hand toward the current object of his desire. With his stiff member in one hand, Ryan. It should go well with dinner. We should keep it cold.”“I’ll put it in the fridge.” He followed her into her kitchen.“Well, this really does look like a seventies kitchen,” he remarked, “right down to the wallpaper.”“The whole house stinks of the seventies,” she replied. “There’s shag carpeting in the living room. I finally had new carpeting put into the bedroom because I couldn’t stand it any more.”“It’s not a bad layout,” he said.“It serves my needs.”“Until you can re-hab that stone farmhouse. “How do you like that pussy?”“’T’s good,” I moaned back.“Yeah,” she moaned. “Yeah, it’s good.”I couldn’t agree with her more.“I love the feel of your cock. I love the feel of it be­tween my legs.”That made two of us, I thought.“Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh God. Grab my ass.”“W-what?”“You heard me,” she moaned. “Grab my ass. I want to feel it. I want to feel your hands on my ass.”I grabbed her ass.“Squeeze me,” she moaned. “Squeeze me.”“Huh.”“Squeeze me,” she said again. “Squeeze me. I want you to. She said "Kiss me, Stud." She leaned into me and opened her mouth as her lips met mine. She attacked my tongue, licking inside my mouth. A saw John walking toward us. I almost jumped. I broke the kiss and looked at him to see if he was going to hit me.John sat a platter of steaks on the table and said, "You guys stop playing grab ass. The steaks are done." Becky laughed and said "Hey John, Mike's got a big hard on." John said, "I was getting one just watching you, sweetheart." Becky brought out.