“Did somebody die, and you weren’t gonna tell me?”My thoughts were, ‘Uh, me. Just, not quite yet’, but my words were, “Nope. Just thinking...”She leaned against me, spading her hand into my hip pocket. I chuckled. “We’re not even married yet, and here you go, lifting my wallet!”Leaning her head against my chest, she answered me. “Silly white boy! Since I already have stolen your heart, stealing your wallet is a trifling accomplishment!”Further conversation was interrupted by our order being. The last line had seared itself into his brain and kept repeating itself over and over like an old phonograph record with a terrible scratch in it: ‘Cal, I can’t write to you anymore. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Jenny.’ He finally rose from the chair, absently picked up a dog treat from the basket by the door and walked out of the house, catching a familiar trail up the ridge where he could sit and think as he looked out over the Ozark Mountains which were his home.. I looked lovingly into his eyes, my beautiful son”s eyes as he fucked me. He gazed back at me, his own love for me, his mother, amply reflected in those lovely eyes. Chandhu fucked me, harder and faster. He grabbed my tit and started sucking it, kissing it. He licked my nipple and bit into it making it exquisitely hard. He lifted his head and started kissing my neck, my jaw and at last, my lips. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and he sucked it graciously. I could feel his cock getting bigger. Her spasm let up and once again she bobbed her head, resisting the gag she felt compelled to do from his thrust, as he oozed into her mouth.She must have felt one more orgasm was nigh as she came off his cock and laid back into the couch, her fingers dancing in her pussy with her panties pushed aside. Joe couldn't resist falling over and pushing his face into her honey pie and tonguing the spot her fingers rubbed. She came and swooned loudly as his mouth and her orgasm surprised her at the same.