She rolled over and looked at Daniel, staring into his half-asleep eyes. He must have felt her gaze, for he awoke from his partial slumber and asked, ...��Something wrong?” “Do you remember that fight you broke up about three months ago?” Brenda asked, “Between the football player and the skinny kid?” “Yes…” he answered, confused, “Why do you ask?” “What did you say to the Jock to get him to stop?” Daniel looked down, “I reasoned with him. Told him that beating up the kid would only lead to more. I don't know where they came from but two guys brushed past me and went into the store, one of them briefly glancing at me as they went. I looked up and down the block, checked my watch, next bus home almost 40 minutes, that's a long time to be standing around in the cold. Heck with it I thought, fighting down a chill, I went into the store. The clerk behind the counter was reading a magazine, he glanced at me momentarily, then turned a page. I walked to the Magazine racks and saw a lot. I was in awe, it was so sexy and my wife could see me getting hard. We played a few more hands with a few more dares (rest of that at a later date) and they asked for a ride home. I my truck we all sat in the front seat and she asked me if I like what I saw, I replied "yes" and told him to ride home just in his panties. When we arrived at their house I walked them to the door and gave them both a kiss goodnight. When I arrived back home my wife and I fucked hard, really hard. I asked her way. .. suck you," he said, going to his knees between her legs. "Tongue fuck you in the cunt, Mom." Oh, you should have told me!" Denise squealed. "I'm a sucker for that."He looked op at her. "Mom, you're a sucker for more than that. You're one hell of a fantastic cock sucker."Denise laughed happily, lifting her legs and draping them over her son's shoulder. She pressed her warm, sleek inner thighs tight against his cheeks. Her eyes burned into his, her fingers clutching the cushion with.