Ron felt a hard knot slowly forming in his chest, and sensed the early stirrings of his warmly tingling cock underneath his smooth slacks."Well, that'... it," Myra said as they came to her last painting. "What do you think?" I think it's good. It's very good," Ron managed to say, without too much of a catch in his throat."Oh, you're just saying that," Myra teased, leaning against him. "But I'll give you a drink anyway, if you like."Ron felt the maddening caress of her full, luscious breasts as. I became further mystified at her sudden show of emotion, and just shook my head in disbelief as I did up my leather jacket. As I turned to reach for the glass storm door handle, I immediately froze up with my fingers barely touching the release paddle.“What’s the matter, Mike?” my mom calmly asked as I stared at the black, stretch limousine that was sitting in front of ours, and the McGregory’s front yards. “Were you expecting something different?”“What the...” I stammered out as I saw a tall,. Both kids were small enough to sleep side by side, but if I needed it, there was a trundle underneath that would raise to match the height of the bed.Once I got them settled in the nursery, I figured out the sleeping arrangements, mostly. Bambi was sleeping on the trundle next to Tee and Dee. Bart was bunking in with Terrance. Camden, Corwin, Skylar, and Mary can see who gets the bed or couch. Beca and Brook liked sleeping in the gaming chairs, so that settled that. I would crash on the couch. He took hold of both her ankles and eased her down the bench so her head slipped from my lap, and a little bit more to put a little distance between us, I guess he was scared he might arouse me as he fucked Michele, which was what I had decided in my d***ken state of mind to allow him to do. To my surprise he came right up to my face and stared at me, and being satisfied I was out for the count, opened my front and eased both my breasts free form my brassiere. Feeling him tug on my nipples was.