She felt her son’s cock throbbing in her fist, felt the morning hardness of his prick. She moved her fist, stretching the pajamas until his cock bul...ed, outlined there so she could see the curvature of his swollen prick head. A moist spot formed where his piss hole was.“Mmmm, look at that,” she mewled, brushing a finger over the spot. Then, before her son could react, she shoved her face down and pressed her lips against the spot, kissing it. Her tongue snaked out and she licked along the. I've been talking to an old friend that lives a few hours away. She has never met him and wouldn't have to worry about bumping into him around town. Afterwards she would never have to see him again if she so desired. His name is Adam and we met around 20 years ago through mutual friends. He has roughly the same build as I do. 6' 2", 220ibs, short brown hair, bluish green eyes, and his dick is 8 inches long and almost as thick as mine. He has had a vasectomy and with his recent doctor's. ”“Right, that’s just not going to happen.”“I love a challenge.”Dinner was French, expensive and delicious. We talked about Harry and Isabella and I mentioned how wonderful Jonathan Porter had been and that I’d invited him for dinner at her house.“Moving in, are we?”“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to presume, it was just …”“I’m teasing you. I’d love to meet him and, since he’s helping our project, dinner at the house would be perfect.”After the meal, we had Cognac and coffee and then walked back. I wanted to step out of the car just to straighten myself up a bit and probably to see if the rubbish chap would notice me as he was only 1 row away, I got out and of course my interior light came on his head looked in my direction straight away but I pretended I hadn't seen him and purposely turned my back on him and then adjusted my suspenders and stockings, what a rush that felt, I then sat back in my car and sure enough he was looking and was picking rubbish up now in my row but I was.