A note of incredulity was in her voice.Stepping over, Jason rested his hands on her waist. Yep, she was warm there too. “Most are family. Some pictu...es go back generations.” He pointed at one. “This one’s old.”Stephanie peered at the now-obsolete, high-definition image, then remarked in surprise, “He looks like you!”“That’s my great grandfather. I’m told he led an interesting life.”Stephanie leaned back; her shoulders pressed against his chest. “Oh?” she asked and glanced over her shoulder,. Must be the stages of dealing with unplanned pregnancies, I guess.’ Antonio nodded slowly and did not make eye contact, instead he continued to focus on the flowers. ‘This William. Is he a good man?’ Tracy smiled and answered, ‘Yes Antonio. He is a good man. He’s a very good man.’ Antonio looked Tracy in the face and said, ‘Well then I am happy for you. Congratulations Tracy. You will be a good mom,’ and he held his arms out for Tracy to give him a hug, which she did and it occurred to her. I went up and kissed her. Now she guided my dick to her pussy, and we fucked. Now I held and flipped her such that. I was lying on my back, and she was on top of me.She rode my cock and twisted her groin with my penis inside her. She was sucking my hand while the other hand played with her boobs. Now, she fell on me and kissed me.We got up and made out while she was pinned to the wall. Then I flipped her and bent her over. She took the support of the bed while I fucked her doggy. First, I. The day she confronted me about all those stolen panties was probably the most guilty I had ever felt in my entire life. I had no idea what I was to expect. I had committed a crime for which no punishment had even been written. But, I remember walking into my room, and my mom was sitting at the edge of my bed, and there were her panties on the floor, some of them wadded up and stiff from the countless number of times I had ejaculated on them. I stood in the doorway, unable to move or speak. I.