"Come here, darling," I said lovingly, and Mark pulled his pants and t-shirt off quickly, and climbed onto the bed above me, his body pressing close t... mine. We kissed again, our tongues playfully dueling together, our hands caressing each other's body. Mark looked into my face."Mum, god, Helen, you don't know how much I've wanted to." I know Mark darling, I know."I reached down to his hard young cock and guided it to the entrance to my wet cunt. Mark pushed his hips forward, and my pussy. April Dunlough had become a household name as the nation’s sweetheart in her role as an actress, yet her private life demonstrably lacked any long-lasting stability.Her current, soon-to-be-ex, husband was a 66-year-old French director with a reputation for dark, moody, rather arty films, mostly in French with a single American blockbuster five years earlier that had received mixed box office returns. He should have been a safe bet for a stable relationship. That turned out to be a huge. "Signora, my name's Jack, thank you for the drink," proffered Jack. "All work and no play make Jack a dull boy, no?" replied the lady in a delicate Roman accent. Jack returned a slightly incredulous look, only to signify that he'd heard that only several times before. "Please. sit," requested the lady patting the plump leather sofa cushion next to her. As Jack pulled up his trousers a little to sit down, the height of sofas from the ground made them difficult to sit on without gravity. It’s your dad.”Grayson rises up on his elbow, suddenly irritated. “What about my dad?”“Don’t get mad, okay.”“Too late for that. What do they have against my dad? You know my dad is the greatest.”“You know … he’s gay.” Sharon bites her lip, seeing how angry Grayson is becoming.“And?”“Well, they don’t want me seeing stuff … you know … him kissing a man or something.”“Oh for God’s sake, Sharon! Dad hasn’t dated in forever. But, if he does, so what?”“Why can’t we just go somewhere else to eat?.