So l left that night, but kept in contact. About of week talking back and forth, with both husband and wife, the time had presented itself. Their son ...as going out of town for a party up north in Barrie leaving the house free.The day arrived. Unfortunately the husband was called into work and was unable to be there. He was actually very interested in making a video of the whole thing. He told me he found it odd, but just thinking about the video had him more sexually energized that he had been. I dont know (they blame every fucking thing on broken homes these days). Whatever the reason: I know that when Mum died I just clung all the more to Byron. It was the only way I could cope. What wouldve happened if he hadnt been there for me? I guess he probably saved my life. Or at least kept me sane. But I know now that I hung on too tightly to him. Squeezed all the life out of our relationship. Killing whatever it was we had. I dont even know for sure that it was love (Im not convinced I. Wildly he licked her butt hole and she gave a few moans as she could not help but enjoy the sensation that her son’s tongue gives her in her shit hole. As shit hole is the most disgusting place to put your tongue on, she had never felt such a pleasure even from her late husband.The shock waves of pleasure rised up and down as he aggressively licked her butt hole. She wanted to scream out of pleasure but she was afraid that the neighbours would hear it and get suspicious of them. So she gave up. ” I covered her hand with my own, still facing away. “How very sweet of you, Kay. And how were you planning to cheer me up?” She moved round to my side and I turned to face her. “By giving your desk the send-off it deserves,” she said. I ran my hands down her sides to her hips and hooked my thumbs through the belt loops on her shorts. She wore no bra under her skimpy red vest top and I suspected there was nothing under the shorts either. I slid my hands round to her ass and pulled her closer.