It wasn't as much fun without her being so annoyed by it, andhe was getting worried about her being unhappy. He certainly didn't wanther to kill herse...f.Kevin decided that he should go back to his own life. He didn't reallywant to, but didn't want his mom to suffer. They hadn't always gottenalong well, but he did still love her, and didn't want her to be unhappyfor good. So he decided, to dig up the ring and "find" it. He'd buried itso that his mom didn't accidentally find it when she dug up. ‘Hey why don’t you and mum dance Mark? I’m sure she’d love it wouldn’t you Mum?’ Spluttering in my scotch I nearly died! My shorts were just about keeping my obvious boner in check but before I could object D got up dragging me with her and wrapped her arms around me. At that point I could have killed Sue and shot her a very dirty look. In response she smiled and licked her lips. D pulled me in close, grinding her hips into my cock and pressing her lovely firm tits into me as we smooched in. I hope lasagne is okay?” “Love it! I'll be there for sure now!” “And dessert is going to be very thick and creamy.” “I think I'll skip dinner and go straight for dessert,” she laughed. After rushing home I got started on the lasagne, making the sauce, browning the meat, boiling the noodles, grating the cheese and thinking about Stella. I put together some facts. First was the fact that a genetic woman no longer gave me an erection, or really interested me sexually unless they were planning on. My sexy lover was double penetrating me, with a heavy steel toy and his hard cock, and I was not only taking it like a champ, but loving it. I yelped, "Fuck that sopping wet cunt! Fuck your slut!" I still don't know where that came from, but when I came, I squirted like someone had turned a hose on us. It soaked his balls, his ass, his stomach, and it splashed up all over me and the bed. I couldn't take anymore, at least for a few minutes. I was riding orgasm after soaking orgasm, and my lips,.