She just figured that father and son were getting to know each other. She often asked her son what he and his father did on the weekends that he spent...at Gary's place. Gary always gave Al a good briefing on what he should be telling his mother; a hockey game, a movie, a rock concert. Al always had a good excuse for why he was so beat when he got home.Tina confessed to her mother that she was sleeping with Al after getting tired of hearing her mother's continual questions about what the two of. “Oh, fucking hell. Shit! Fuck!”His tart came multiple times and showered Marvin in her glorious pussy juices. Marvin was hard as a bat from the Viagra he had taken earlier.“You know. You’re nicely juiced up and do I have a sausage for you. Why don’t we change places and you could suck my cock!”“Okay. I love sucking sausages.”Marilyn stood up but nearly fell down; her legs felt like jelly. Marvin lay down on the bed and to Marilyn’s surprise looked down at his sausage-like dick. She was. "See, they just it all the time". Then she ordered me to lie back, but I resisted, "I'm not on my periods", I protested, but she knew I was curious. "You don't need to be to have a fucking brilliant orgasm", as I let her push me back until I lay on my back.She reached under the bed and produced a jar of peanut butter, "He loves the taste of this", she said lifting my skirt to expose my panties."You have great thighs", she complimented, as she run her hand down the silky smooth skin, and I. I was about to grab my draft when I felt Nancy kicking me underneath the table. "What?" I said.Nancy smiled at me, but didn't say anything. Well, not with her mouth. Instead of kicking me, she was running her instep along my leg. I began breathing a little faster.I had been feeling composed all evening since I saw Nancy at the shop. She was wearing a poplin full skirt that hit just below her knees. The reminder that she was marrying a friend had kept me from any wild imagination of her. All.