Before our great trip, mom and I had never so much as looked at each other in the wrong way, let alone 'done anything'. Oh sure, there were nights whe... she'd 'tuck me in'. Sometimes tearful, she'd whisper sweet nothings about how much she loved me before a goodnight kiss. It was innocent in the extreme, even if the kisses lingered depending upon her mood. Still and all, there was nothing untoward about a good-night kiss, even if it lasted one or two minutes...Well, okay, on those nights she. Although she was the object of her young lover’s affection, it was obvious she wasn’t the stimulus as the young boy pushed his erect prick in and out of her tight young anus. How could an orifice so small, but so beautifully pursed, allow such a large obscene thing into it? Emma wondered, lying on one side of her as Maisie crouched over, bum high in the high, receiving these insistent thrusts with such pleasure. Ever since she and Maisie had moved into the small house that she had managed to. He had been waiting to massage her front--her front with its creamy breasts and, down lower, her now-sopping-wet pussy. His mother turned over slowly, exposing the almost nude front to him. As she did, her loosened bra fell away, leaving her breasts entirely bare, standing upright and firm.Her breasts weren't the only things bare. As his mother shifted sides, Donny had moved, too. As he did so, his cock, long confined within the fabric of his pajamas, worked its way out his fly and extended in. That said, it was great to see Kulwicki finish fourth.”“Have you heard from Jason?”“Just a quick call a week ago. He’s doing OK. Emily is sending us six tickets for Michigan, so we have two additional ones besides Dave and Julia.”“What about taking Jesse?” she asked.“He hasn’t shown any interest in watching the races on TV,” I said. “I tried to get him to watch with us today, but he preferred to hang out with Matthew, Kristin, and a couple of kids from his playgroup.”“No Francesca?” Kara.