She’d been suspicious when Craig enjoyed Anne, but Craig enjoyed most things.“Tell me,” she asked suddenly, “do you enjoy programming?”“It...has its ups and downs. It’s not really like sudoku or a jigsaw puzzle. Those are designed by somebody to have one right answer. But, like them, you struggle and sweat and then something clicks.”After a long while he said, “You like kids. Sure, the preschool has frustrations. Some kid cries inconsolably; another is violently aggressive. You haven’t spoken. "Fuck that was amazing" Martin groaned, I think a lot louder than he meant to."Get on the chair" he demanded, grinning. Bella stood, and turned around to walk to the chair as Martin slapped her plump ass, causing it to jiggle. She sprung up slightly, excited.She laid back on the chair, putting a leg up on either arm, her pussy spread, and almost dripping wet waiting for him, Martin stood up, stepping out of his trousers, which were down to his ankles and walked over to Bella, who was stroking. .. Oh God," I stammered. Watching a handsome son turn into a man does lead to all kinds of fantasies I admitted to myself. And why not after last night. "Really?"We were pulling into the drive at that moment. In the garage, we leaned across the front seat and started making out, though for some reason, we didn't kiss. I had my son's cock in my hand and his fingers were plunging in and out of me. We ran inside. I leaned against the washer in the mud room and let him tear my clothes off. He slid. Lonna frowned, though. "I'll eat mine, if you eat yours. Eggs are partof a healthy diet." Thanks, but I'm mostly out of appetite." Melissa poked one of the eggswith her spoon. "What sort of eggs are they, anyway?" Pidgeon," Lonna replied, taking the spoon from Melissa, and scoopingone of the eggs into her mouth with the yolk still intact.Lonna's eyes closed as she chewed, and she hummed in delight at thetaste of the food. Whether she needed to eat for energy, or not, it wasclear that Lonna.