Maybe they had the wrong address. The knock came again and I rose to my feet, letting my t-shirt d**** down and partially cover my nakedness. I went t... the door and opened it a crack. “Yes?” “Is this Ms. Em’s residence?” a voice asked. I saw a blue eye peer in at me. The accent was soft and sweet. Something from the south.“Yes,” I answered again. I could feel the juices from my pussy dripping down my legs. I wanted to finish what I had started. My visitor moved closer to the crack in the door.. She was no happier. Now she was crying and worried about being at home where her problems began. I suggest she get into therapy. Then if that was successful, we could have marriage therapy when she came back to me. I left her at the airport with her parents. All I said to them was. ‘Your daughter wants a divorce. I insist on a trial separation first. She should get into therapy if the marriage is to continue. Her problems began at home and I can’t fix them.. Good bye.’ With that I left them.. For an hour and his prick stiffened. He also felt his cheeks get hot. "Um ... yeah, I could do that." Good, because ever since Saturday I've been wanting to do ... more."Robby felt a little faint. "More." he repeated."Yes ... more." said his mother.He got up and went to his room, where he tried to think about his homework assignment. How could he possibly write a poem when all he could think about was his mother's body? The curve of her breasts, with their up-looking nipples, looking like tiny. He can do whatever he wants." She thought. It was all Jake needed to know. His fingers slowly moved up the outsides of her smooth thighs and dipped into the top of her black panties. His teeth gently nibbled on her nipples as he pulled her last covering down her naked ass and legs. He dropped them when he reached her ankles and she lifted her feet and kicked them aside. Annie's golden bush rested only inches from his face. His eyes looked up at her baby blues as he moved his mouth forward until.