Frederik kept his arms wrapped around Sandra's body while both of them looked at Martha."Ask away," Sandra said smiling and felt very safe in Frederik...s arms."Would you join me, I want to ask your mother something." Um ... sure?!" Sandra let out puzzled.Frederik let go of Sandra and then Martha and Sandra walked towards Shirley, who was still standing at the front door."Hello, Ma'am," Martha said. "I'm Martha, a friend of Sandra, as you probably have guessed already." Hello Martha, I'm. “Um, yes…I think some of them are funny,” She started, “I just read the one where you say Grace. Did you really do that?”“Hey I’m a Catholic boy, I was taught to say Grace before I eat.” I answered honestly.“A good Catholic boy, huh?” She giggled.“Yes, but of course. Why else would I write so many sex stories?” I added.“So, are you working on a story now?” She inquired.“Ah, yes.” I answered.I explained to her that I was working on a story but I was having trouble finishing it. I was. Without hesitaion she grasped my manhood, stroaked it a few times and took it into her mouth. Gently nibbling, sucking it as she manipulated my balls and shaft with her fingers.Her loving attenton to my shaft soon brought it to a spasm as it spurted several times its juice into her mouth which she eagerly consumed and made attempts with her mouth to get more to come out of my shaft.She stood up, pulled off her negligee and said, Want your appetizer now?I said you know, I certainly would! She. I don't want to be all decomposed and stinky and stuff. Who's likely to find me? I take a mental inventory of the possibilities. There aren't many.Meanwhile, you've lit up another cigarette, check your cell for messages, and casually drop ashes on my body. Calm as can be, you're one cool customer. You pull down your fly and take out your flaccid brown cock. The jet of hot urine hits me square in the face. You direct the hard stream into my staring eyes, my open mouth is rinsed with your foamy.