She had already washed the cum off him under the shower. Now she was cleaning him like she used to when he was younger. For a while, James was perhaps...too embarrassed, too much in discomfort to be able to say anything. At long last, when he spoke, the words all but stammered out, “Really mom, I’m better now, I can do this by myself.”“Yes, I know you can do a lot by yourself. Now hold still.” *Later that night, while lying in bed and thinking about the afternoon, Susan decided that she. Still soft it was already as thick as a Red Bull can. I started to stroke it. Feeling it grow, I moved back, bent over at the waist, and stared down at it, ass in the air.Almost nine inches, an inch shorter than my husband, but DAMN was it thick. As it grew to full hardness it was as thick now as a beer can. I was naked now on all fours over Ron on the lounge. Ron was fully dressed except for his very impressive cock sticking straight up. I had an up-close view staring down on it. I stroked it. I think how I feel, how I really feel, is that I love Laura and I know she loves me. That sustains me through some very hard times.” “Yes, you love her and she loves you all the while she is in the arms of her lover. Do you have any doubt that she will spend tonight making love with him?” “None, no doubt at all.” “Say his name, their names; tell us what will happen when they are through taking pictures. Tell us directly.” “My wife Laura is posing nude for her lover Greg at this moment. When. .. you'll wake up one day and not want me!" She blurted out the last of the sentence.I studied Samantha's face for a second. Gone was the facade of brash bravado and smart mouthed confidence that was usually there. Here was a frightened little girl that needed to be assured."So, you're afraid that I'll come to my senses one day and find someone I think I want more?"Samantha cuffed some tears from her eyes and sniffed as she nodded. I reached out, pulled her to my chest and let her sob for about.