He did himself a pork chop in bread crumbs, baked potato, peas and a couple of slices off a pineapple they had been eating for dessert.He buried himse...f in some work, read a book and went to bed to the strains of Sydney Bechet playing blues – very apt for his mood, he thought.Wednesday, the next night was worse, and he hadn’t got round to think about eating something, when the door bell rang buzzed. There was his friend Gwen. She smiled sympathetically.“Feeling a bit lonely?” she asked, walking. I felt the head of my prick slip inside her pussy. It was tight, and hotter than the water from the tub."There. That's better. Feeling your cock inside me makes me happy." She said to me openly."Uh, Paul, don't you wanna say something?" Mom asked."What's there to say?" Dad asked."I'm kind of surprised you're not flipping out at us, Dad." I said, making sure to throw that in at the end."Listen, you two know the risks of what you're doing." Dad said."He's not going for any of your plan." I. With a smile on our faces, all of us went down to have lunch. It was 3pm by the time we finished lunch and no one said anything about our activities. After lunch I went to my room along with my friend and my mother took my friend’s mother to her room, to take some rest.My friend was thrilled after his first sex with my mother. As he was so happy he offered to take my dick into his mouth to give blow job. I declined as his mother was there to do it for me, which I preferred.In the evening we. "Chinese, Indian, Italian or good old Fish and Chips." There was no hesitation in her answer."Chinese. I love Chinese."."Chinese then." I held out my hand to help her up. "Come on. Let's go and find a restaurant."Millie was very quiet as I drove back from Plymouth, and I didn't feel the urge to fill the silence with inane chatter. We got to Tavistock around ten-thirty and I stopped outside her flat. She sat quietly in her seat and looked towards the front door then turned to me."Can we be.