OhMyGod. Here I cummmmmmmmmmmmm." Marie yelled.His mother's yell sent Bobby over the top and he shot his load too. It came out harder than it had ever...done before and although he was able to catch most of it in his hand, he wasn't sure if he got it all. He quickly shoved his cock back into his pants, went back down the hall and out the back door. He walked quickly away from his house, towards downtown. He needed to think.Bobby returned to home at the time his mother would have normally expected. He wished he could offer me a field job but because of my past, I probably couldn’t get bonded right then. I asked him about my 401k and he said no one ever asked about it and it had been sitting there for the last fifteen years gaining interest. He said he was going to let it sit there and contact my kids at my retirement age and give them the money. I told him to find out what it was worth because I would need funds to get back on my feet. He asked me to stop in Monday of next week when he. I was impressed. He offered, "Take a seat, Master, while I get supper served."I sat down and waited as he brought out the meal. He was an excellent hostess and cooked a delicious meal. Once done, I led him up to his parents' bedroom, "Bend over, Erica."He obeyed, bending over his parents' bed.I lifted up his dress and pulled down his panties and, after lubing my cock generously, I slid my cock, centimetre by centimetre, spreading, delving, ravaging and finally conquering his quivering bowel. A. ‘What does it mean?’ ‘What do you want it to mean?’ That gave me pause. I realized that I really didn’t know. ‘I’m not sure.’ ‘That’s ok,’ she said stroking my hair reassuringly. ‘I’m not sure either. I do know that I don’t want to own you or control you. I just want to hold you, and have you hold me. No strings. Do you want more than that?’ ‘I- I don’t think so. But, damn girl. It’s so hard for me to think when you’re around.’ ‘We don’t have to think, if you don’t want to,’ she said moving.