No more pain, but constant pleasure as I pound into you. Your ass rippling just a little on each deep stroke. The sound of my skin smacking against yo...rs as I relentlessly thrust in and out of you. Each stroke seeming to be harder, and deeper than the last. O, your pussy feels so good, I can't help but cum inside you. Swelling, you can feel the warmth. I never stop pounding you though. The cum rushing from my tip is both deep inside you, and just at your entrance. It's as if I'm coating your. "With those encouraging words, I worked on the head for a while before I began to bob my head taking more of him into my mouth. It felt and tasted so good to have a dick in my mouth again after all this time. I was sorry I ever stopped sucking cock. His hands found their way to the back of my head, pressing gently, encouraging me to take him deeper. I was out of practice so I had to go slow, taking him deeper with each thrust, gradually working my way down to the base of his cock; sucking and. Mom loved Wendy too, but Wendy had more time with dad than I did and not having him around, really affected her. Wendy liked to push mom's buttons and they never really got along after the accident. Wendy spent a lot of time mostly out of the house at friends or my aunt and uncle's home. It was fine, it just meant more attention from mom.As a young c***d, I was practically her shadow, always following her around the house. She always called me the "man of the house," which I loved. She was. I agreed and got my stuff and went back to Lori’s. Lori, her husband and Ken were sitting around having a glass of wine when I arrived so they offered me one. I thought it would be okay and sat down for one. Well, 4 hours and 2 bottles of wine later we started talking about dinner and my spending another night there. I called home and told my husband that I was spending another night. We had a great meal, a nice evening and when it was time to go to bed I said my goodnights and Lori said.