I thought several times of her as my 'wife,' but never summoned the gall to carry our relationship far.Samuel has a lot of his mother in him, but has ...is own spirit by his own right. He did not wait for me to 'wake up' to the possibilities ... he pushed to show me true love, on levels I had ignored the possibility of with his mother while she was alive.Samuel let me feel true love, on levels far deeper than I think would be possible with another person. Countless times he's 'hopped the fence'. "You walk to the back of the church, out of the sanctuary and into one of the rooms in the back. You see clothes, makeup and hair styling stuff strewn across the room. She picks up a glass orb about the size of a softball and holds it up for you to look at.At first it seems opaque, but then you think you see different colors swirling around inside. "Wow, that is strange. What is it?" you ask her.Jackie shrugs. "Beats me. I found it outside the door this morning. But what's even weirder is the. It's so long and plenty thick that my hand is barely able to wrap around all of him. I bet it would fill up my pussy perfectly. I wiggle a little with excitement on my knees.It wouldn't be nice to keep my master waiting for too long. I open my mouth and immediately take in as much of him as possible. To my delight, he groans and wraps his hands in my hair again, though he doesn't push so that I can suck him as I please.I bob my head up and down his full length vigorously until he surprisingly. I guess she'd earned the previous point too.Round seven didn't happen for another two weeks. My mother's reaction had blown me away. Still, I didn't let pass that brief moment when mother noticed my hard cock tenting my pants. It was important, I knew it instinctively, but having only an upper body centric eroticism I was unable to understand either her glance or her willingness to wear underwear right next to me.I acted without purpose or plan when round seven finally occurred. One early.