The carpet might need cleaning but I was relieved that the couch was leather.Everyone was panting from exhaustion as we slowly picked up our clothes. ...ll but me who didn’t have a thing to wear. So I pulled my ruined short and bra off and used the shirt to sop up the cum in and around me; just like I had one in my car the night before. Mel grabbed my ruined slacks and tried to do the same on the carpet.When everyone was as presentable as they were ever going to be, John looked at his son and. I'm looking at my face,covered in shaving gel,thinking of the sex i had with my son last night! Well when i say son...i had sex with this stunning little sex pot named Lucy...yes yes..i know...my son/Lucy..one in the same! Didn't look like my son when i was pumping my cum up her sweet bum! Now i've shaved half my face,and i grin at the mirror,thinking of the sex we had. I start to grow again,thinking of her tight hole..just as she walks into the bathroom! "Morning Jack,hows my older lover this. When?" I'd heard. Sunday?" Sure. What time? Who told you?" How about eleven o'clock. Then we can shift one load and take a pub lunch as a well deserved break. It should only take two runs in all." I chose to ignore his other question.I phoned Rose to tell her I was ready to sign the lease for Blindside. Apparently it was in her office, waiting for me. So I went along at lunchtime and signed. So simple, so quick, a new phase of my life opens up.Later in the day I went to find Mr Jameson, the. “Sweetie,” his mother chirped, hovering over towards him, “Mr Daniels called earlier, he wants to know if you could come by and help him move some stuff out of his garage a little bit later.”Suzy Turner, matriarch of the family, was perhaps the one person in the household who didn’t hold much contempt for Ben’s continuing existence. Her heart shaped face mostly untouched by wrinkles, her body still mostly in shape from constant yoga practice, the blonde mother of three was still a knock out.Ben.