Seeming nervous, she didn’t eat much, though she assured me that my cooking wasn’t to blame. ‘I have ice cream for dessert,’ I told her. ‘Wo...ld you like to take it to the couch and we can talk?’ ‘Ice cream sounds amazing right now,’ she said, her hands trembling. In a few minutes we were set up on opposite ends of the couch and Miranda had almost finished eating her dessert. I was taking small bites, trying to determine how to start the conversation. Despite planning all that I wanted to say, I. " And make sure you cum on her face," Bambi warned me."Oh!" Don't let me down, Trent," she said. "I'd hate to be disappointed in you." I'll, um ... alright," I agreed, having no idea how I was supposed to talk Jules into letting me cum on her face. I didn't even know how to ask her if I could take her picture like that!"Don't let her say no either," Bambi said as if she could read my mind."I won't," I said, glancing at Jules and biting my lip nervously. She looked like she wanted to kill me. Hold it! This is going a little too fast here. I don t go that way Dot. I m sorry but it just isn t me. It s Ok Lyn. I understand. I just wanted to kiss you, no big deal. No need for apologies. We want to keep this within your level of comfort. And if you dont mind I need to get back to what I was doing. Come on, Lyn…have some fun. Ok? Lyn leaned against the back of the front seat withing inches of her husbands right ear. Don t you have anything to say about this? Carol reached for the. My mouth was dry and I needed a cold glass of water. So I went upstairs to the kitchen. Once upstairs, I heard the screams again… they were coming from upstairs where my mom was supposedly sleeping. The screams and moans were more consistent now. Instantly I thought someone was fucking my mom! My penis became slightly erect. I didn't care anymore. I knew it was Ryan. A part of me wanted to see the action. I tiptoed upstairs in the dark. My mom’s door was closed. The moans were orgasmic now. I.