Not a single day, not a single hourif she could help it. And, for the most part, she'd kept her promise.Breakfast was the feast that kicked the day of...; it wasn't just the"most-important-meal-of-the-day." It was--it should be--a thanksgivingof joy. Each day was literally an opportunity, an invitation to livelife to the fullest. If that was sometimes a little too much to handle,then at least each day gave you a chance to do something new, somethingenjoyable, something to make that particular day. You gasp softly as you reach for it, pausing to catch my eyes before reaching out to touch it. Your hand is on my cock, and I am lost in loving you. The deep and sensuous fire that your touch on my cock, and my touch on your wet vulva ignites is me is almost overwhelming. My cock is as soaking wet as your vulva, and your fingers stroke the glistening clear liquid around my cock head, sending sharp jolts of electricity up my abdomen. I hope that my touch against the edge of your clitoris has the. Tabby even got a moment to sample Courtney’s bottom, Courtney the same with Tabby’s, and Joey both of their twats.Only when Tabby and Courtney were past the point of no return, quivering messes on the verge of total collapse did Joey show mercy by sliding his cock into Tabby’s slick pussy from behind. He pumped for several minutes, relishing how she pushed back at him while still licking his first wife’s twat. His ex-boss was yummy as could be, enough so that Joey sorely wished that he had. She lifted the phone. I said,” Sorry mom. Is dad near you?” “No, he is in bathroom. Don’t say sorry to me for the things happening between us. I love you.” Mom said. “I love you too mom. I didn’t kiss you in the morning just to tease you. Don’t misunderstand me.” I said. Mom said,” I know my son very well. I will be waiting for you in the evening.” Mom kept the phone. I attended the classes and returned home as usual. Dad opened the door. My eyes searched for mom. She was in the kitchen.