"Terri shot a 'stop it' gaze at her friend, but realized even though making her son hard was wrong, deep down, she sinfully liked it. So much so that,...as the boys were going to serve once again, she couldn't help herself.With her eyes focused on her son, she bent over as before and admired how he gazed at her half-naked breasts, causing the wetness to grow further between her legs. That little annoying voice of reason spoke up once again, imploring her to stop.But alas, her yearning for. " You need to eat something more substantial than toast, Hawk," Gretchen protested. "You've got to eat for two." When my stomach feels up to eating more, I'll eat more. Right now I want coffee, toast, aspirin and water." I sipped the coffee and let the taste and smell of it calm my roiling belly. "When are Ted and Lisa flying out? I'd really like to tell them goodbye and apologize for how I behaved last night." Don't I get an apology?" she asked with a harrumph, one hand firmly planted on her. Rogers concluded, and I was to return next week to have the stitches removed. I was encased in a lot less bandaging now - just a light layer that mainly served to keep my briefs from chaffing against the stitches.Angela had returned to work on Monday, and today I had driven myself to my appointment with Mr. Rogers. I grabbed a meal at our local fast food shop on the way home, and as I sat munching my hamburger I took stock of recent events.The construction company that had engaged my services. I was imagining him clmbing between her thick white thighs and her having her eyes glued on his huge black cock knowing it was soon going to be inside her. She said she told him she was a happily married woman and knew she shouldn't be doing this but she couldn't help herself. He said he understood and said she shouldn't deprive herself just because I have a small penis. I told her I felt the same way and she had been a good wife and mother for many years and she should get the pleasure she.