At any rate, after a long communication drought (life DOES happen), we connected last Wednesday night. Ironically, neither of us could sleep, and each...chose to logon. I noticed a pop-up on my social media, so started messaging. That led to a video call, and that's how my wish list has gotten smaller.Our texting was somewhat "colorful," referencing body parts/functions/activities. Before we knew it, we were "on camera." I was completely naked (I ALWAYS sleep in the nude); Deb was wearing a baby. “Sorry boys, just blow jobs tonight. I want you to sit with us one at a time because my husband loves to watch me swallow different men’s cum!”“Wish my wife was so willing like you are,” another said.“What can I say? I’m a happily married slut who loves cum either swallowed or fucked into me! I’ll take you first,” she smiled taking the closest to her.There were no introductions as Susan sat her first one down, knelt, revealed his cock and began sucking. He had a big grin to his buddies giving. “She looks in a really bad state.”Still crying uncontrollably, the driver yelled: “You haven’t seen what’s in her mouth!”The telephone rang at dawn. “Hello, Señor Ralph? This is Alfredo, the caretaker at your country house.”“Hi, Alfredo. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?”“Uh, I am just calling to tell you, Señor Ralph, that your parrot died.”“My parrot? Dead? The one that won the international competition?”“Yes, Señor, that’s the one.”“Damn! That’s a pity. I spent a small fortune on. Without a conscious thought my feet turned and strode back to my chair - my ass lowering to sit in the familiar seat. I already knew I would not be 'disgusted'.Mom as smiling happily, and had waited until I was seated and looking at her before she slowly reached the low hem of her nightie and worked it up to her neck. It took some doing, lifting her bottom from the couch, her hands trembling so violently.The cotton garment fell to the floor already forgotten and mother sat back against the.