As you go to change into pajamas I set up the couch and take my pants off as the jeans are just too uncomfortable at this point. We continue our disc...ssion about life and the current happenings. As you reach over to ash I get a perfect view down your shirt and can’t help but stare a little. This gets my mind thinking about our sexcapades in a previous life. Inevitably we begin talking about our sex lives, or lack thereof and ultimately we begin reminiscing about our past. Replaying the night. Slowed by fatigue, she got out of the car and went up the front steps of the bungalow. The mailbox was empty. The newspaper was lying in front of the door where the delivery boy had tossed it. Jennifer wondered why she continued to subscribe to a newspaper. This was a morning paper and she never had time to read it till after work, so everything was old news. Besides, she could find everything she needed to know from the internet. Still, there was something about a physical newspaper. Maybe her. . not me!" Of course it wasn't your idea," Joyce said, opening her blouse. "You were told to do it, of course." I was! Yes, that's how it happened," David said. His eyes gazed hotly at the way Joyce now pulled her blouse open. Her curvy, shapely tits were fully exposed now. Joyce slipped her blouse off and dropped it to the ground, standing there in her shorts. She cupped her tits, her hard nipples poking through her fingers, her dark eyes staring steadily at the boy."Make him do it, Mom!". “ After a while she moves to the other side of the table and repeats the process with my other arm, my cock is now starting to get hard just like her nipples. Rebecca then pours a little of the oil over my cock and gently massages it in, slowly pulling back the foreskin and running her fingers over the head until I am hard, she then bends over me and lets her big tits continue the massage dragging then slowly over my cock and balls. My hand is resting on the edge of the table in contact.