She took a deep breath, this must have something to do with the gas, he must have hypnotized or brainwashed her. Yet she didn’t much care, all she c...red about was his thumb hooking behind his boxer shorts, pulling the rim further and further down until the cock she’d seen a thousand times before, bounced into sight. The moment the cock was exposed the gas in the mask started hissing again, the rod in her pussy started vibrating and she was swept away. Overtaken by arousal and sleepiness. She. “What’s wrong?”“This!” she said, pointing to a dark mark on the side of her neck. Peter looked at it closely and began to smile. “It’s not funny!” Lauren protested.“It’s a hickey!” laughed her fiancé.“I know it’s a hickey! I’m a thirty-three-year-old mother! A thirty-three-year-old mother can’t go to work with a hickey on her neck!”“Wow, that’s a problem all right. And to think, all this time, I’ve been worried about global warming and famine.”“Fuck you!” Lauren flipped him both middle fingers,. I live rent-free in my parents' guesthouse at one of our mansions. Mostof the week I sleep well past noon, get drunk, pick up random chicks,and hang out with my friends. Well at least that was my life untilabout a year ago. It turns out I have a kid and the kid's mom waskilled in a drunk driving accident. I'd like to say I was heartbrokenby her death, but I actually don't even really remember her. She wasjust one of a string of random hookups. I always use protection, but Iguess this time. "Yes I did. I spent many evenings hiding beneath my sheetsin dirty panties, masturbating and dreaming I had all thecurves and bumps in all the right places," my husbandconfessed.I reached over and rubbed my husband?s thigh and then said."We haven't made love for awhile." You want to do it tonight?" he asked."Yes I do. Give a couple me minutes after the kids go totheir bedroom," I replied. RichardDean greeted us at the door as we walked in the house."Dad, please don't send me back to Mr..