One can always adjust.”We were quiet for a bit, both uncomfortable and unsure as we drank our lemonade. “May I um ... be um ... frank with you Tob...?”“I would rather you just be honest with me Cecile.” I chuckled.Nudging me with her shoulder again, this time on purpose, she laughed and said, “You’re such a card Toby Wakefield, all the sisters think so.”“Except for Sister Agnes,” I said.“Don’t be too hard on Sister Agnes,” she replied. “It’s not just you Toby. She’s that way with all men. She. Squirt sniffed at Montana’s armpits. The sweaty smell made him dizzy and he started to lick the bulldog all over his body. Montana loved his ears to be licked and his earlobes and nipples to be nibbled at. He let all of his stress leave his body. His dick started to hurt in his pants which were too narrow to keep his erection. When Squirt unbuttoned Montana’s pants, his dick jumped out. Like a puppet in a spring box. Montana never wore undies, he thought they were a waste of time and money. He. He whispered in my ear, " I was hoping you wouldn't mind me doing this " and I turned my head slightly and responded, " I was hoping you would. " He continued to kiss my neck and now his hands were wrapped in front of me caressing my chest and nipples. God it felt good and I wanted him to do more ...which he did. He then asked, " have you done this before? " and I nodded yes. I still had my back to him and now I could feel his bulge against my ass through his pants and I reached behind me and. Clay thought,close one and thought it was unusual for his father not to notice his red face as embarassment.Mother and Son continued their after school love making for the rest of the week. On Saturday John was home for the day and Judy resigned herself to being without Clays cock for the weekend. She had gone to her room and relieved herself with fingers holding the image of Clay clasping her to him as he fucked her.About 4 PM John came in and announced that he was going hunting and would be.