Our marriage was fairly normal and the only blemish on our courtship was when a letter arrived two days before our wedding ceremony from Gregg. Just l...ke the prodigal son he was finally coming home and wanted her to meet him. Thank God that Kath’s mother talked her out of going to him telling her that her new life beckoned and not to waste herself on that, ‘Waste-about!’ as she referred to him. After some tense emotional moments in which I was worried she actually was going to call off the. My fingers trace the top of your jeans, and then hold your back as I lean forward and kiss low below your belly button. A little higher, a little higher. Your shirt is in the way, but I keep kissing over it. A little higher. Just kissing the curve of your breast. A little higher. Some skin, thank goodness for low-cut tops. Kiss, a little lick. A tiny lick with each kiss. Higher. Your head is back as I kiss your collar. I kiss your neck, and you're suddenly unsteady in my hands. There's a window. I remember entering his quarters there with her, welcomed by te sight of the man lying on his bed, his hard cock out of his pants. It looked huge to me. I was given some toy to play with in a basin of water, with instructions only to look at what I was doing in the basin, nowhere else. I did not do exactly as instructed, stealing a few quick glances every little now and then, to catch my mom leaning against the old man on his bed, stroking his cock and sucking on it, alternating with twirling. Our lips locked together as his other hand cupped my breast, I rubbed him.His cock was already erect as I buffed him, he pulled apart and his lips went onto my neck as his hands were feeling my tits, my nipples were already hard as he rolled them. A few minutes later we pulled apart and I sat on the chair I’d been sitting on previously and with my arms around his waist pulled him towards me, he was now directly in front of me.As I rubbed his hard on, I unclipped his pants, pulled them down and.