I'll take this upstairs and talk to Weena a bit."I finished my cereal, put the bowl and my glass in the sink and went to wash up and brush my teeth. T...en I got dressed and went back to my computer. I read some uninteresting stuff about depression and treatments. It looked as though people preferred to drug old folks, not really do anything to make them better.I heard Mum getting Sarah up and went back to the kitchen. I got another bowl and spoon and the multi-coloured kid stuff that Sarah. She was either completely insane, or a miracle had rescued her from certain death. The mantle of command was still heavy, but the other burdens seemed to be lifting slowly. If only she could believe what she'd read.She decided that a good long shower would do wonders for her, so she looked around, spotted what was most likely the head, and moved in that direction. Her guess proved correct, and she sat down on the toilet for a quick piss before climbing into the shower. When she pushed off her. "I told her it was her turn and she got down on her knees and took my prick in her pretty mouth. True to her word, she took as much of my swollen meat as I had managed with the dildo. She was turned-on and I shot a big load into her mouth in no time.A few nights later, Lori asked me if I wanted to play again. Lori told me that she couldn't stop thinking about the me sucking her fat dildo. "Can we play," she said, "I've got some good ideas." I could tell that my wife was changing. She told me. I wanted to smile, but I didn't dare."Mom, I want to introduce you to Samantha. Sam, this is my mother." Mrs. Morgan was a few inches shorter than her daughter and only a little taller than me. She looked at me with keen interest. If I was right about her open relationship with her daughter, she had already heard enough to make her curious about her daughter's new friend. Now I could let out the smile I had been suppressing. Mrs. Morgan reached out a hand, but I ignored it and walked right into.