“Come on; I’ve got an idea,” she said, taking me by the hand and leading me through the house. She took me to her parents’ bedroom upstairs an... dropped to her knees by the side of the bed. She pulled out a cardboard box, giggling as she opened it. “I saw my Mom shove this box under the bed one and she seemed embarrassed so I know it has something to do with sex.” Indeed, inside the box were a black dildo with balls, a long slim metal vibrator that looked like a bullet, a strap on device, some. But it still functioned properly and efficiently. It was nice to hear itwhirring once again, even if it was my husband who was being beautified.After pressing all the buttons, I stepped back and dropped into thestyling chair my husband had recently occupied. It was mind boggling tothink that this morning Jim was diligently selling seeds and tractors.Now this evening he was under a dryer, sexily curled and netted andworking on a report about fall lipstick colors.I just had to sit there for a few. Her chest heaved grandly, her tits ballooning as though suddenly filled with air. She freed her hands and put them to work gently caressing the back of her son's head as his tongue worked into the fleshy folds of her steamy cunt."God, Jeffy!" she gasped. "Oh my God! Take me higher, Jeffy, please! Flick your tongue over my clit!Her words crunched to a halt with an a****listic grunt when she felt the immediate response to her request. The hot tip of her son's tongue swished up over her clit,. He was still concerned about Amelia and why she had had such a bad dream the night before. He believed in his own dreams and worried about the consequences for days. Now he was going to have to make sure that nothing was going to happen to her either. He wandered down to the lake and splashed his face with water and sat down on the bank, waiting for her.'What does the dream mean? Is he going to come looking for her? I daren't ask her too many details because she was clearly upset and I don't.