Daddy got off early and lots of times they go over for a drink and cards." Are you sure just cards?" Of course. Why?" I've heard stuff about those peo...le is all," Fred answered."What stuff?" I dunno, just rumors anyway." Don't worry about me, Fred. I wouldn't put anything past my mom and dad." I don't know about that stuff, Andie." Fred thought a minute and looked at Andie and grinned. "I just know that I want to get you in the shower and wash your whole body really good. I want to make sure. "David pulled his fist out of his mother several times. She was crying because she needed to cum. He liked to torture her and pleasure her all at once.He pulled his fist out of her and went on his back."Ride my face, Mother. Cum for me, my sweet whore."David's mother crouched down and rode her son's face. She let out a moan and sprayed her hot cunt juices all over David's face. David was happy with his mother and enjoyed her sweet juices."That was an amazing session, Mother. Why don't we. (For those of you scratching your head, Penelope had a lovely head of hair. In--or out of, for that matter--the proper light, her hair resembled a molten river of gold. I suppose she was attractive in all the conventional ways, as was her friend, but I frankly wasn't paying any attention.)The first half of the play was pretty good, though it didn't quite have me riveted to the seat. When intermission rolled around, I headed for the inner courtyard to get some fresh air. After getting through. "A waitress approached us. Harwell growled a request for a cup of coffee and she scuttled off to fulfil his order."You might," Harwell started, "in your programme of training do something to ensure that a woman allows her man a decent night's sleep. Amelia was tossing and turning all night. The result of some affliction as a result of her gender and its relationship with the lunar cycle no doubt. I couldn't get a moments peace."He had a point and I told him so. In some respects I count myself.