He crossed his legs slightly to hide his erection, and prayed to God that she didn’t see that!She woke up, smiling when she saw him standing over he....“Rough day, eh, Mom?”She rubbed her eyes. “Yeah. He didn’t calm down until after you left this morning. I tried again to get him to nurse but I had no luck.” she said sadly.He took Bobby from her and placed him in his cradle in the nursery. He wrapped him tight in the knit blanket Aunt Jane had made. Mom was still sitting in the chair when he. She laid back and said she really enjoyed that and suggested we go to sleep. I spooned next to her and drifted off to sleep. I woke to find Janice was no longer in the bed so I got up and found her in the living room all showered and dressed the same as the day before and she was having coffee and a cigarette. She said good morning sleepyhead and saw that it was about 9:30 am as the clocks had gone ahead that night. She said the snow had stopped and the temperature was going up and it was. I kissed parts of her upper body, over her chest, across her neck as my hands ran up the smooth shapely spine of her back to grasp a hold of her shoulders from behind. I could feel my cock still throbbing away inside her warm hole below, slipping around as her ass gyrated and twerked upon my waist.Amy re-positioned herself after a while, where she took it upon herself to climb up onto her feet and virtually squat over my cock, which was still deep inside her wet cunt. She then began to bounce. They're related in function in some ways, but they're definitely different," Lisa explained."So, how is it that all this time I thought a Scribe and a Historian were the same thing, and that I was both?" Megan asked."It's an understandable error," Lisa explained patiently. I smiled to myself. The little girl was so in awe of Megan, she was trying to make excuses for her for the misunderstanding. After all, Megan just couldn't be wrong, could she? "In the ancient language, the words for Scribe.