“Hi, Cindy. Have you taken the scale back to the Richardson’s yet?”“No, mom, I was going to in a little while.”“Could you do me a favor an... take it back right away? I want to be able to keep borrowing it from them so I need them to see that we always return it promptly.”“Sure mom, I’ll take it over right now.”I looked back at Bob, whose erection had subsided considerably. “Sorry, Bob, I have to get dressed and take the scale back over next door.”Bob looked disappointed as I went to my room. I. Finally, let go just enough to move back a bit to grab my bikini bottoms, but as she did, in a final burst of quickness, I escaped. I managed to get a few steps away from her. I was taking great gasps of air, as she lumbered up into a standing position, finally having some real amount of mud on her front as she collapsed into the mud when I wasn't underneath her.As she stood, she seemed to stumble a bit, and I dove for her knees, hoping to get her to fall backwards, so I could rip off her. "Wow, I totally undersold it, Greg, feel her other one."He didn't waste any time, so within a few seconds, both of my sons were feeling me up."Holy shit, Mom, these are perfect," Greg admired them, rubbing it."They are completely real too, so John is going to miss out on these too. So, is it fair to say that both of you think of me as a MILF now?" Hell yes," Alan replied, nonchalantly leaning towards my tit.I watched him give my nipple a brief lick, and I instantly shuddered a bit. "Do that. Like a magnet, his gaze was drawn back to the purple phone. It still sat there, silently laughing at him. “You’re life is in my earpiece,” it seemed to say. “I’m the most important thing in your world, and I relish it.”Overhead, the Anderson’s were fighting again. His domineering, horrible wife was humiliating him once more, attacking his intellect, masculinity and financial acumen. Day after day the same thing, until Mr. Anderson was reduced to a sobbing wreck.And still the phone sat.