It had not occurred to us before that probably he had been able to hear me making to love to his mother when he was growing up in that room. One Satur...ay night shortly after they moved in we wound up sitting around the kitchen table about to play Monopoly. We were bored. My son gets the bright idea that we should all go out partying. My wife and I are not really into that sort of thing but his boyish exuberance won us over. An hour later we were in the middle of really hanging one on. And. It was a far cry from what we have today, but it did work. It did not take me long to get into the real dirty stuff. Now using those primitive methods we chatted. Once I discovered others online, we would talk using those bulletin boards. Once I got the hang of it, I would chat for hours. Because of that "Joy of Sex" book I had some idea what everyone was talking about. Mom would think I was doing homework in my room while she was watching TV. I also would get up after she went to bed and get. Rizza giggled a tiny soft giggle, her mouth dry from the hotel air conditioning. “Mmm what are you doing baby?” There was a muffled chuckle from under the duvet. Rizza felt the tongue strokes on her pussy pause. “Waking you up for breakfast darling. We have a big day ahead.” Rizza’s face broke into a grin. She let her head fall back onto the pillow. Her hands reached down and lightly held John’s head as his mouth worked its magic on her pussy. Soon she was more awake and she could feel her. I'm cumming again! Oh, this feels so great Curly. Where have you been hiding all my life. Cumming! Cumming! CUMMmmmm..." her voice faded off as she passed out, sexually satisfied.When Megan regained consciousness, she had no idea how much time had passed. When she looked down at her crotch, the first thing she noticed was that Curly had pulled out of her and was nowhere to be seen. She achingly raised herself on her elbows and checked to see if she had suffered any apparent damage.Gone.