.. mmmm, beautiful! I stretched out on my bed and spread my legs, exulting that the time was at last at 'hand', and in the intensity of my sexuak arou...al -- in my heart and soul, and in my dick: it had gotten hard as I flipped thru the pages of one of the girlie mags on the way back from Lake City. My wife had been on her period all week, and I had purposefully abstained from relieving myself, anticipating tonight, so he was really hard and young and full of cum, eager to 'get goin''! But I. Usually, he shuts his eyes while nursing. Andhe may make some cuddling noises. But as I was reading, he started towatch me with his eyes as if he was listening. Then he let go of mynipple and sat down in the couch. I could read for him an hour while hewas staring into the air.Something similar happened to Finley. He didn't need nursing to listen.And he was just as fascinated by his book "My shadow is pink." Jack cameto listen too while I was reading to Finley. And wanted to see. We can talk about it when we’re calm.’ She gathers up my pj bottoms and leads me out of my bedroom.Mom’s not very steady on her feet as we walk down the hall into the master bedroom. The smell of alcohol is strong on her breath.‘You ok, Mommy?’‘Yes, dear, I’m fine, ‘ you answer as you close the door behind us. ‘Sit on the bed.’ You have my pjs in your hand, but in no rush to pass them to me. Instead, you gaze at my cock, which immediately causes it to harden. I struggle to stop its growth,. ——————– I can feel you trembling. Your hands are against the big tall old Victorian mirror in the front hall and my left hand is on the small of your back holding you gently in place – just off balance so you can’t easily move. You took off your backpack when we stepped inside. I caught you off guard just right and pushed you softly but inexorably forward to where you are now suddenly but pleasantly at my whim. You can see my face in the mirror over your shoulder. You can see the kindness in my.