What a husband and wife shared was, to me, something that was an expression of love. I'm not excited by the reduction of that to animalistic rutting. ...ot that I'm a prude by any means. What Kyran and I shared together, as long as it was mutually agreed on and pleasurable to both, was fine with me. With this new interest, it was as if an outside party was trying to elbow itself into our partnership.It was then that the role playing idea was brought up. Here again, it wasn't so much my cup of. Almost from day one Dion was on me for the way I dressed around the house and I shrugged it off. That is I shrugged it off until I finally figured out what Dion's problem was - he was afraid of what might happen - he was jealous of his sons and he was afraid that they might see the way I ran around the house as a come on. Dion was afraid they might get lucky sometime when he was wasn't around!To understand his concern you had to go back to that period in my life when I stopped mourning Don and. Stunned and very frightened, she took a deep breath in as she pulled the blanket up. "Janice! I can explain!"Janice smiled at her and said, "Mom, it's all right. I know about everything. I always have." She leaned over and kissed he ever so softly on the lips. As she kissed her, mom's hand was sliding around my hips and she grabbed my very hard cock. Janice ended the kiss with my smiling mom, and she proceeded to remove her blouse.All of a sudden, I remembered Ginger. I turned to the. It was growing harder by the minute, especially when she turned in the seat and dropped her head into my lap. Her mouth closed over my cock and slid it deep into her mouth, then back out again, up and down at a slow, leisurely pace. Soon my cock had reached its full length, and was as firm and hard as a rock. She settled down and took me deep into her mouth, pushing against the opening to her throat, then sliding it all the way in as she pushed her head down so my cock was all the way up her.