. jism! All over my face!" Mom! Please! Don't!" OH, GOD, you taste good, David!" she sighed. "So good that I might forgive you for shooting me in the ...ye." Lydia!" Paul exclaimed, "I'm surprised at you! That was your son's cum!"Lydia leered at Paul. "Mmmm, yes it was. And it was GOOOOOD! Can I-- can I have some of yours now, Paul?" Mom!" David said, his voice clenching as he fired off a third round at the ceiling."David!" Lydia turned to her son. "Just what do you think you're doing?! There you. ” He held up a pair of colored straps.We detoured to the office and allowed Art to band us.“There’s no cops ... Let me get you a couple of beers.”“We’re under age.”“When will you be 18?”“That’s right! Wyoming is 19!” I said.“You didn’t know?” Angie asked.“I grew up in Montana. In the colonies the drinking age is what ever a persons parents decide.”“Here,” Artie handed Angie a six with Boddingtons Pub, Newcastle Brown, Harp, Smithwicks, Guiness and St. Pauli, “I’ll carry a tab for you. I was no longer a mere guest. I was in her big bed, hoping that when she came out of the bathroom she would be as naked and as horny as I was.She didn’t disappoint. She was, indeed, in her birthday suit, tanned and fit as always, her skin bearing a hint of bronze without any sign of tanlines.I made a mental note to ask her how she managed that.It was pretty clear that it was going to be an exceptional homecoming. But first, Peggy wanted to talk a bit. “Notice anything different about me?”“Well,. As he got up to get a second cup from the informal food buffet, his cell phone rang. It was Audrey. “Good morning you,” he chirped pleasantly. “Can you still walk”? “Cute. Yes, I can still walk. Would you like to meet me for breakfast”? “I would. Would you like the formal dining room, the buffet, or, ah… room service”? “Let’s have the buffet Jeff. I’m starved. “ “I am already there finishing a coffee. I was about to get another.” “Please get one for me too and find us a quiet table. ” .