"Can I be excuse I'm not really hungry." Sure honey."From the looks of the other plate I could tell Sarah's little brotherMichael had already eaten. I...walked to the living room and sat down.Michael was there playing with his game boy, so I picked up the remote andchanged the channel."Hey I was watching that," he yelled."No you weren't," I said back.He put his game down and reached for the remote. I pushed him back and hefell to the floor. He got back up and snatched the remote from me. Itripped. Soon Jill was cumming on my face as her orgasm overtook her. What a feeling, what a pleasure.Jill has somehow maintained possession of my mind. I cant seen to cum without me thinking about her. Not a single day passes without my cock leaking cum at the very thought of what we had and what I wish we could be.As mentioned before, Jill is a very strong willed woman. Her strength of will is only surpassed by her beauty.The following text describes some of my office fantasies with Jill. Jill has. I wondered how I'd be able to face my mother, though, even though it sounded certain that she'd given her 'blessing'. The phone rang, and I picked it up. My mother, oh God. But she was short with me, wanted to talk to Ginny. I handed her the phone, heard some words, and she hung up. "Your mother will be home in 10 minutes. She's tired, wanted to know how things went. I'm going to get dressed and meet her outside." Can't you stay and be with me when she comes home?," I asked, not wanting to face. And other things happen too. The cat gets stepped on, and the freezer door gets closed firmly with the assistance of my head instead of my hand. That lost rake gets found when, on my way to pick up a piece of trash in the yard my foot steps on the tines and the handle bounds upward to meet my forehead with a THWACK that says "Hi, missed you, been lying here for three months, alone and cold ... you bastard!"That's another thing. When you write fiction, your imagination runs continuously, sort of.