She said that we’ll text tonight.After I reached home, I was waiting for her text. I didn’t get any msg. So I pinged her by 10:30 and asked whethe... she reached home. She said yes and we started our texting. There was no WhatsApp or any other mode, only text msg. I kept on asking what was the thing she said about?She hesitated and didn’t share a word. Next day, after the office, I asked her again and she said, I shouldn’t talk such things to you. I said it’s okay, she never opened up.During that. “It’s my turn now – I’m sure Mummy would agree.” “Hannah I didn’t...” “Oh yes you did, Daddy. You definitely did. And now it’s my turn – unless you’d like to ask Mummy first!” She brushed my helpless hands away and began to run her fingers inexpertly up and down my erect cock. She was clumsy and unsure with a slightly puzzled expression on her face as if touching one for the first time. Though that idea didn’t come to me until much later. Whatever her skills might have been, my body didn’t. The insurance took care of their financial needs, but a son needed a father and Bobby didn't have one. Gail had needs too, but she pushed that thought from her mind as she returned to comparing the two boys. Even Jimmy's butt looked better than Bobby's, and that's where her eyes were plastered.Jimmy had placed his hands flat on the side of the in-ground pool and hoisted himself up, a sheet of water pouring off his face and body as he effortlessly climbed out of the pool. However, the water. Helen did not want to cum more. She wanted to feel him inside. He obliged by removing his fingers, four in all, and they kissed and cuddled. Within minutes Jack began to fall asleep, maybe tired from his journey, and the chance of being fucked or her fucking him had gone. The following morning Jack was romantic enough to wake her with breakfast in bed. His usual favourite, croissants, grapefruit and coffee, served with a red rose from the bunch he had brought with him on his return. She loved.