. row ... center.”“Oops, sorry, Mom. I got distracted.”I stood there holding the doorknob, looking into the darkened room, “That’s okay, I s...ould have knocked.” I could not move as I watched my son casually put his cock back in his pants, zip-up, walk over to his computer, and start typing. I saw the theater website come up and figured it was safe to join Ron at his computer. I got as far as Ron’s window, glanced out, and saw Abram Goldberg on his back with his head between his wife’s legs. He. It was as I was sobbing my way out of the building one day that you came over and put your arm around my shoulder."There, there," you said, "I know it's bad, I've been going through the same with my mum since she came in."I'd seen you before, of course, your mum was in the next room to my dad, and we'd often bumped into each other as we either arrived or left the respective rooms. We'd even exchanged pleasantries in an effort to lighten the mood as we passed like ships in the night. The night. These were the fields I would be allowed to work in, near the milking parlor, because of the proximity which made little travel between the end of morning milking and the start of haying. So, when the six of us morning crew finished milking we hurried to get everything cleaned up and ready ahead for the late milking. The milk house would be quick cleaned and no time for Lilly to get her usual milk house servicing done by me. Sex time would have to wait for later.The four guys were anxious to. They kissed, deep passionate lipsticky kisses, tongues entwined, savoring Michelle luscious nectar. "Baby I can't wait, my pussy needs your cock now, Fuck me darling, fuck me like only you can do". Michelle dropped into their plush leather easy chair, threw her legs back, grasping them behind her knees presenting her pulsing pussy to her lover. Her cock, balls and pussy were glorious, perfectly smooth and hairless except for her little shiny dyed black landing strip over her cock and a.