Maybe he was on top of her? Maybe she was on top of him? Maybe he had her bent over?My thoughts were driving me crazy, and the emotions that I was fee...ing were too. I went through a rotating series of feeling jealous, then angry, then hurt, then aroused, then happy for her… then back to jealous.All of these thoughts running through my head weren’t good for my locked up penis. Even the worst of what I was feeling inside couldn’t stop the blood rushing to my penis. All of the pain, anger and. " This appreciation completely overcame the disappointment left in Betty'smind by Anita's change of attitude last night and this morning.Anita relaxed into a chair and kicked off her shoes while Betty fetchedher soft slippers. Then prepared for her the martini she liked. "This is very relaxing," Anita said with a sigh of pleasure, "but if youdo this every night you better give me a smaller glass."Betty handed the maid while Anita was having her drink and told her aboutthe postman and his. But the most amazing thing was watching my mother take it all. One hand still held my sac as it rose and fell, while the other stroked the base of my erection, urging the semen onward. Her head moved up and down slowly, barely even noticeable, just enough to move her lips back and forth across the ridge of my swollen cock-head. I sprayed almost endlessly into her mouth, powerful shots that would make a lesser girl gag, but she gave no indication that it was even happening, swallowing it all. " Connie, I buried my wife of five years yesterday and I find myself looking at you. It isn't right, not after one day." Quit beating yourself up for being human. Maybe we should change the subject back to insurance. I will only sue for the value of your insurance. I don't expect a million dollar suit here. We'll have to see what amount of coverage your wife had."We walked into the insurance office together."Jerry Johnson and Connie Cain, we're here to see Mr Bower."The receptionist looked up.