Mom's best friend at work, Mrs. Dixon, was going back to work full time. This meant that her 13-year-old son Danny would be a latchkey k** after schoo... unless Mrs. Dixon could find an alternative solution.Mom, who apparently thought all I was doing at the condo was playing with cats and watching TV, saw an elegant solution. Danny and I could keep each other company at the condo every afternoon.That, of course, was a disaster of humongous proportions, but I could think of no suitable. He goes out of his way to try to do things to make me happy, and that makes me very happy. ‘He often doesn’t understand what would make me happy. He’ll bring me a cherry-filled donut, remembering how much I loved them before I had to watch what I eat, because he thinks it will make me happy. And it does. But only because he’s gone out of his way to do something for me, not because the donut is anything special.’ She paused and looked meaningfully at me. What? I’ve met Sunny. Jeff has told me. After a few minutes she said oh shit and started to grab the Afghan off the sofa to cover herself up . I turned to see christy our neighbor had walked in the front door saying she had knocked but no one came to the door and she heard commotion inside so she came on in and that she was sorry. My wife told her that it was OK that we should've locked the door. Christy said she hated that she bothered us and she turned to leave . Mt wife said for her to hold on . That she wanted to watch me fuck. Does she fuck you like this, too?" She - she used to," Clayton muttered, and now his cock was fully lifted, the head of it empurpled and gleaming. He climbed off the stool and walked jerkily toward them as they screwed on the couch. When he reached them, Clayton stared down hungrily at the way Eddie's lubricated shaft was moving in and out of his wife's boiling cunt lips; he seemed to be listening to the sloshy noises and to the wet slap of Eddie's balls into the hairy crack of Isobel's.