It was three days before Jenny got home and while I waited for her my imagination worked overtime. My poor dick was so abused I was already thinking u... excuses for why I wouldn't be able to take care of Jenny. Jenny called me from the airport and told me she would be home waiting for me when I got off work. I rushed home and found her in my favorite costume - garter belt, nylons, and high heels. I started to strip and she got up from the couch and put a tape in the VCR. She hit the play button. I couldn’t control my moan. “Shhhhhhhh bitch, be quiet,” he hissed. Then he got faster, using my face as his fuck toy, grabbing and pulling my hair, smashing my face into his pelvis and shoving his cock all the way to the back of my throat to the oh-my-god-I-can’t-breathe point I loved. Cock twitching, thrusting, shoving, smothering, balls emptying, cum dumping down my throat, swallowing so I won’t choke, moaning silently, and trying to take a deep breath moment. Fingers entwined in my hair,. The idea of swapping moms casually with his friends was his latest beat off fantasy! Now Irene his mother was a classic tall blond, slender, more like a Lauren Bacall, but with bigger breasts, than a Betty Grable. Since his experiences with Paul’s mom and those nurses he was always hot, always ready to explode. He asked Paul how he did it and Paul said that he just had to show his mother what her responsibilities were. Jim started by putting a hand around her waist, being all over his mom,. Margo walked me through that as well. I think she identified what was eating at me. ‘Pam, it’s the arrangement that’s killing you now, isn’t it?’ The Arrangement. That is a good way to explain it. Bob was sent to Afghanistan twice. He was away from me for a total of two years by the time he was killed although he was back a month or so between assignments. His unit worked out of Böblingen, Germany and would rotate into the field for deployments. Before he left, we had a long sit down and most.