“BJ... share.”Our son glanced up at his mother and pouted. “Mii,” he complained, his way of saying the word ‘mine’ without actually articu...ating the ‘n’.“Share. Daddy will give it back to you.”His eyebrows furrowed and looking for all the world like he’d rather do anything but share his trucks with me, BJ nevertheless looked at his trucks again and used his left hand to retrieve a blue tow truck. Still clutching the red fire truck to his chest, my son haphazardly tossed the blue tow truck in my. ’ ‘You go and sit down, we’ll clear up and bring the coffee in.’ He kissed us both on the cheek and went back into the lounge happy to see us ‘domesticated’ I think. We made him a liqueur with his coffee, Amaretto on ice, his favourite, then sat with him. It was a nice peaceful evening. Probably one we needed in the light of our important week ahead. He talked about our journey, about the hotels he had booked. Jo and I hadn’t paid that much attention, throughout our later lives we always left. The resident demon inside of Debbie’s pretty shape knew her friend better than she knew herself and she found that almost every strange thing she did could be excused by the circumstances that had forged her personality and made her into an almost slut when it came to affairs of the heart.The guy with the hair on his face was called Tommy and she thought he looked like a typical “Tommy” ready to ride any female to the finish line and give her a good spanking when all was said and done. The. Her boobs were still in her inner, I was kissing her cleavage, she removed my pant and shirt. I can’t wait longer, I pressed her against the wall and kissed her madly. She was responding with the same passion. She took her hand in my brief and grabbed my tool then started to stroke. My tool got harder and bigger. She removed my brief as she was not able to give a proper stroke. She knelt down started to kiss my tool. She kissed on the head and run her tongue all way down to my cock. Man, that.