I shut down the machine and switched it off. The email had been sent ten days ago. Her parents were being buried as I was opening her computer on my w...rk-bench.It was a week before I heard from her. She wanted to come around to my place. She was continuing her studies, but feeling pretty lonely. That was the first of many visits in the months that followed. She liked reading, and soon discovered my large collection of erotic novels. I was in my workshop one afternoon when I sensed her at my. John and I went to our bedroom, where I discovered Rachel had drained every drop of cum out of his balls – none left for me. Hey-ho – my plan obviously would entail some sacrifices on my part.Actually, things weren't so bad. The next morning, the girls went shopping, John went to work, and that left just me and Paul in the house. I was dusting the furniture in the living room when he found me.'Uh, Mum, ' he said hesitantly.'Yes?''You know you said ... when we, um... 'I could guess what he. I ran and ran for some time, pounding out the frustration I was feeling and trying to lose my semi hard boner after having to listen to the sounds of what was obviously hot as hell angry fucking.I slowed and then stopped, leaning over to catch my breath; I glanced around me at the dark houses lining the shore. I saw a slight movement and stood back up, giving it all my attention.It was a woman, she was lying on a blanket up near what I assumed was her house. My eyes bulged as I realized she was. They drove in silence to the restaurant and parked. He got out and walked around to the passenger side as Chelsea got out to walk alongside him. Together they headed in and he asked the host, “Can we get a booth for two?”“Yes, come this way.” The host led them to a booth in the corner, away from most of the other patrons. The host gave them menus, asking, “Care for anything to drink or an appetizer?”.Bob looked at Chelsea and asked, “What would you like?”She responds, “Nothing for me, thanks,.