"I'm not bashful, Jay. If a man does certain things to me, so that I enjoy it, I return everything he does." She slipped her finger into her cunt, see...ng her son's excitement. "If my man licked my pussy, you can be sure I'd suck his cock."Jay's prick slipped from his cut-offs, the head swollen, his piss hole flaring. Shellie watched it drip, and she swallowed with eagerness to taste it. What she had told her son was true; she would suck cock if a man licked her cunt. But she knew, for her son,. I called Susan later that day, and asked her to come over so we could talk. She showed up wearing soccer shorts and a T-shirt, with her hair in a ponytail. She looked very much like the girl I had first met three years earlier. I smiled at that memory, and at last admitted to myself that I had probably been in love with her all that time.I still seemed to still be in an almost self-destructive mood, and decided that I needed to tell Susan about Linda, just in case anything nasty happened. She. When we moved in together, everything changed. We both began to settle down and live at a more relaxed pace. Not once did I think about being unfaithful, despite the way I had lived my life before. The marriage itself was pretty much a spur of the moment thing and we scheduled it for four weeks later. Tom's best man, Ray, organised the stag night for him, while I left the planning of my hen night to my sister, Jan.The day before the wedding, we had it all planned out. I was to go out with Jan. Not so much at home, though. There he has students to do that sort of thing, slave labor as he likes to call them. Here, it’s just us. When I do help, it’s mostly just labeling things and prepping them for shipment. He’s the botanist, not me.”“And the slave labor part?”“Not if he knows what’s good for him!” Brenda commented, with another smirk.They took a break at that moment to go to the buffet, Liz for her fruit salad, and Brenda for a bowl of her own. When they returned to their table, they.