"We temporarily set the 'What to do about Emma' issue aside, but having learned how Carrie thought, I knew we'd be coming back to it until we could fi...d some resolution.We spent Thanksgiving with my parents in Massachusetts. While there we played tourist and went to all the sights like Lexington, Concord, Bunker Hill, and other places where the revolutionary war had been fought. We had fun teasing each other about the war. Carrie pledged to continue on her ancestor's behalf. My parents were. You must be in your 50’s, but you are in excellent shape. I bet women your age consider you a catch.” She looked at me for a bit, a wry smile partly forming. Another sip. “The real truth is, I have indeed considered one of those sites. Yes, I’m that desperate. But what about your son?”At that moment, the phone rang, and its no guess as to who it was. She stood on the deck for a while, taking the call. Afterward, she gazed at the Gulf for a minute, then looked over her shoulder. That. She crawled onto the bed, brushing her big ripe fleshy tits from inside her dress over my legs as she headed towards my boxers. She slowly moved her gorgeous mouth, her soft lips coming painfully close to touching my throbbing bulge in my boxers, so close that I could feel her warm breath on me. I softly gasp expecting heaven."Well that's too bad," She suddenly said, lifting her head up to look at me,"you don't deserve my mouth, do you?" No, I don't..." I sighed dejectedly, a little pleasurable. Bente took my own hand and started to slide it up the smooth inside of the girl’s thigh. I smiled across at her and moved my hand higher so that my fingers were brushing against the lycra of her leotard. A damp patch was already spreading out from her cunt. I pushed the material aside with my fingers and slid one up into her tight little vagina. She groaned and her knees bent for a moment.Meanwhile Bente had pulled down my shorts to release the full length of my cock. She made the girl kneel.