It was getting towards evening we had been in bed over six very enjoyable hours we showered together soaping each others breasts and vagina’s we cam... together kissing finally we dried each other wrapped in warm towels kissing and holding hands touching I can’t describe the intense feelings I can only describe it as pure love.We spent the night together our bodies entwined just talking and kissing we were both spent from the intense love making during the afternoon we knew Chris was coming round. While mother and son went through their routine. That seemed to take forever too, though when he looked at his watch only five or six minutes had passed.She came back into the room, her script in her hand. Bob looked up at her from where he was sitting."I didn't bring my script," he said."You can look at mine."Bob was a little breathless.To be honest, that was more because of the way things had progressed, rather than him being out of shape. He'd been around the world, and he'd had his share of. On this side of the highway, though, the familiar Chicago Inn was closed for the night. Probably most people who drive by Bradford on the Interstate don't give it much thought; in some ways it's much like a thousand little towns across the country with an Interstate overpass on the edge of town.In Bradford, the local slang term used to describe kids leaving town after school to find better places, better jobs, is "taking the on-ramp", referring to the freeway to somewhere else. Both Dave and. ”“Thank you,” I responded. “I hope my boys are well behaved and not any trouble to you and your assistants.”“Noah and Connor are great,” Mark said. “They learn their techniques quickly. I bet they get a little help from dad, when you are around.”“My boys are full of questions,” I answered. “I try to help them where I can.”“It shows,” Mark said.“Your son shows some talent too,” I commented. “He looked sharp running the ball today.”“I’m not sure where he gets his talent,” Mark commented. “None of.