Larry strained his ears, trying to place the voice, and as there was a little more conversation, he recognized who it belonged to. It was David's. Now...what was that little fucker doing in his mother's room? God, maybe he had gotten some of her hot little cunt too! Wouldn't that be beautiful. Well, he thought, better to wait until the kid was gone. He wanted to talk to Ann alone anyway and see how she liked his boss But... God... it made his cock lurch tight in his pants at the thought that. I sat up and patted the ground next to me for him to lie down, which he did. I stroked his head and neck down to his shoulder. I stroked down the side of his body. He raised his head and looked me. I leaned in, kissed the side of his face, and cooed to him as I nuzzled into him, continuing to stroke his head and neck. I turned onto my knees facing him to allow easier and fuller access to his body. I was very aware of my nudity before him, I was very aware that my scent was undoubtedly. "Bout time! She was going to lose anyway to Smythe."I didn't have to like my co-workers. I just had to remain professional and work with them. The guard post at the power substation had only one officer and we were unarmed except for a small flashlight "limited to two power cells," but I carried a pocket light with three "AAA" dry cells and my cell phone anyway. Company and client policy stated that we were unarmed—not even pepper spray or a pocket knife. I watched as Mike popped open his Delta. Picasso had five, but only one at a time and each for many years. Dali had Gala and painted her for fifty years. I ... I don’t want to have any other wet realities,” I said. “I have everything I want in my arms right now.”“Oh, there won’t be any other wet realities,” Annette laughed. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t have dry realities.”“And maybe some other wet dreams,” Fay added.I don’t know why I bothered with the new super big bed. Both my lovers slept piled on top of me.Christmas Eve was.