He enjoyed the dinner and the view of my cleavage. We went to sleep, and I kept thinking about they way my son was checking me out. * A couple of day... passed, and Scott didn’t stop spying on me. When ever I was taking a shower or undressing after getting back from work I felt like someone was at my bedroom door watching me. One afternoon I came back from the work to pick up some files. I was hoping that Scott would be at work taking pictures of some hot models, but I heard some noise coming. I look at him with big, blue, innocent eyes, unsure of what to say as I wrap my arms around his shoulders in a tender embrace. I look up to the eyes I adore, 3 inches above my own. You dont need to give me anything, I whisper. I break the eye contact, resting my head against his shoulder. His arms are around my waist as he pulls me closer to him, pressing our bodies together. There has to be something, he mutters warmly to me. I want you to stop teasing me, I say in my head, youve already. There was a roast already in a crock pot on the counter. Emma said it had been cooking for six hours. At our house the potatoes would have been in the crock pot with the roast. I found out why they did it differently when Emma had me help her take the roast out. It was huge. It filled the whole pot.It was almost supper when boots sounded on the porch and Kyle came in. He hugged his mother first, and then his dad, and then his sister before turning to me. He offered his hand but his eyes were on. Fortunately, those few spare seconds of expectation allowed my pulsing hole to adapt for what was coming. He inhaled deeply, and as he exhaled, I could feel as a chain reaction: my tender sphincter stretching out, then, my rectum; and then, my bowels. My entire man cunt expanded to the size of the stranger’s thick cock as he commenced fucking it.He pushed his cock as deep as he could and let it sit there for another while. I could hear him breathing faster. His naked body was hard pressed,.