Then lois broke the kiss and they both swallowed the cum in their mouths. Lois smiled down at her son. “So what did you think?” “That was great ...om!!” chris replied enthusiastically. “It was even better than with meg!” “What did you think of the kiss afterwards?”his mother asked hesitantly. “That was neat it shocked me at first but once i had tasted it i liked it. Do you and dad do that?” “No we never have” lois said with a laugh. “Even though I’ve always wanted too. I tried to get him to try. She had said it was so big that there was no way she could get more than half of it in her mouth. She said that after he had face fucked her, he picked her up off the bench seat, ripped her bathing shorts and knickers off her body, turned her over and pushed his still hard cock deep into her wet, wet cunt, doggy style, in one thrust and fucked her until she screamed for release, almost collapsing, in a state of orgasmic pleasure.This episode was never repeated, I was told, but as the friendship. Wendy told me to sit down in the living room and went to the kitchen to get us something. She called out and asked if I wanted a beer or if I wanted something non-alcoholic like water or tea. She said she was going to drink a beer. If she would not mind having me over for awhile before driving home, then I would take a beer too. She brought us the beers and sat down next to me. We chatted about work and our coworkers. After talking about most of them, Wendy brought up one of the girls in. Ferguson was a big, rangy blond, maybe 35 or a little better. Sam thought he looked like a California beach boy, or maybe a lifeguard. Waiting for the phone conversation to end, Sam revised his own impression. "He looks like a deputy sheriff," Sam mused. "And me -- I'm the one who looks like a damned realtor."It was true. Sam Wicks was no stereotypical police officer. He was barely five-foot nine inches tall, and when he'd begun his law enforcement career at the DEA, he'd weighed in at only 152.