I didn't know what to say; because it wasn't Jacob I wanted to spend my weekend with. I wanted to spend my weekend with Douglas. I looked over to Doug...as and maybe I was thinking too much, but it seemed like he was eavesdropping on our conversation. He was taking his time packing his stuff, which again, was odd. “I don’t know Jacob. I might be busy,” I replied. Jacob was writing something on a piece of paper. He handed it to me. He then leaned towards me and whispered in my ears, “I’ll be. "Well then, how DO you see it?"He sighed. "Truth be told, I try not to think about it much. I'm kind of just living day by day without some kind of grand strategic plan."Amy huffed in frustration. "I was worried you'd say something like that."He said defensively, "It seems weird for me to plan like that. I mean, I'm way over my head already. How greedy and presumptuous would it be for me to say that four women aren't enough, and I'm going to aim to have any more? Good things keep happening to. One of my early fantasies was of my mother being the one to satisfy the ever-building frustration of going out with girls and being either too shy or unlucky to get much. Mom notices how unhappy I am and gets me to tell her the reason. She says something like, "Don't worry baby, you'll have plenty of girls, but until then, let momma take care of you." She gets on her knees and takes as much of my throbbing cock into her mouth as she can. She sucks me until a torrent of cum fires off and her. Fuck me deeper! I'm about to come and I want to be fucked hard and deep!" Screaming out her rapture, Sarah jerked upward, her arms wrapping around the back of them. She humped her ass up and down frantically while her sister once more rammed her fingers into her fiery cunt. The orgasm burned and swelled, and with a shout, Sarah came. The convulsions were strong, as strong as they had been when she fucked her son.Her ass lurched up, grinding as she screamed in ecstasy. Karen felt Sarah's cunt.