He liked even more having her rest her head against his chest listening to his heart beat.They went to an upscale restaurant for dinner. Unlike the ni...ht before, Ann Marie didn't pick at her food; she dove right in. All the sex must have built up her appetite, too. Or maybe the nervousness was gone and she felt comfortable enough around him to let down her guard.The menu was varied enough that they split a couple of appetizers before ordering their entrees. Jake was pleasantly surprised that. “No,” he said. “I saw my father. Alexander Burbridge is not my blood. I am – I was – the son of an affair between our mother and Lord Wellington. I suspect that you are, too. I’m sorry. I have considered how to tell you for several months now and I could come up with no better way than the blunt truth. Our mother committed adultery against the man she married and we are – or at least I am – the result. I saw Lord Wellington the day he was executed. I looked at the man and saw my face in 30. As I popped the top I heard the front door close. I sat down on the couch and stared at the wall. I’m human so my thoughts were about me and what was I lacking. I was loving and attentive and I thought I was taking good care of her sexually. I couldn’t see where I had done anything wrong, but I couldn’t argue with the fact that she was gone. I finished my Coke and was headed out the door to go to Bud’s Bar when I caught myself and said to myself:“Oh no Bobby; we are not going that route again.I. YESSS... ," Jennifer screamed as her son pistoned into her hot sodden cunt with pure violence. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his shaft and milked him as he withdrew and drove back in, leaving more and more white froth as a ring around his veiny pole. Her fingertips dug into the flesh of his shoulders, her hot breath blew into his face, her thighs clamped around his hips and her nylon-clad heels bore down into his buttocks. Mark drew his ass back and his cock with it, and pounded back,.