“Don’t worry about me,” she said. “I can handle myself.”“But you don’t always have to.” I leaned forward, intent on giving her a littl... kiss. Her frown dissuaded me and I squeezed her shoulders as I straightened to my full height. I rubbed Alex’s hair as I stepped by her. Max was sitting on the arm of my chair.“The cushion’s less hard on your butt,” I told her.“You’ll be sitting there,” she said. I shrugged, and set my kettle on its heating element. I pulled out the hot chocolate packets. One. They drank and talked. "You're doing fine." Thanks mom." If you like, you can start calling me Bettie when we're back here fucking." That would be weird." I know. But we've already cleared that hurdle haven't we?" I guess so Bettie." She smiled. Bettie got up to make more drinks. When she came back they took a drink and Bettie mounted him and began sliding up and down very slow. Jack's eyes starred at his mom's beautiful soaking wet cunt watching how the skin touched him sliding up and down.. Since he was alone, I used to take a flask of tea for him occasionally. One such morning when I went to his house with tea I found the doorbell was not working, I knocked but still no response so pushed the door and found it open. I walked in and tip toed into the bedroom. I found him sound asleep – he was drunk, . Looked like he had a late night party. He was lying naked on the bed, and too my surprise i found my pic in sleeve dress nighty which i gave to my aunty was in his hands. I could not. ’ I responded. I sink into her voice as I step out into the street, and ask: ‘So where are you?’ ‘At the hotel you suggested if I ever decided to visit, and you’re right it is very nice here.’ Was her response I decided to leave the why’s and what for’s for whenever I get to her. I knew exactly where she was, considering we had discussed her visiting for months, but I never thought it would happen knowing that I still had Stacy with me, and also everything seemed to be going wrong. Once I.