Nor was this all; when I had cleared my plate of my second helping and positively refused any more, she bounded off to the kitchen and returned with a...magnificent dessert to which, stuffed with food as I already was, I was sadly unable to do full justice.I had to go to the bedroom and lie down to recover, and ponder this new development. It was no revelation that Wendy could cook, but this was the same woman that always proclaimed (with perfect justice) that she worked as long and as hard as I. My eyes crept back to my daughter’s friend. She was gaily talking in her group and isolated from me by a gulf of years I was only just beginning to accept. Most of my life was over, and beyond being recaptured. I’d squandered the zest and liberty of my youth, tying myself down to a job and promotions then, at thirty, for business reasons, marrying a successful woman five years my senior. I’d loved her in a proper kind of way, without spontaneity. Commercial success had seemed the only reward in. He started to softly grunt. "Oh God..." Deena groaned. She felt Jim's cock grow a little inside her."You getting close?" she heard Bev say, "Let me help..."Jim felt Bev's fingers wrap around his ballsack and give a soft squeeze. The combination of pleasure and slight pain sent him over the edge. "Urrhhh!" He felt his orgasm hit fast and hard."Gooooddddd..." Deena moaned as she felt Jim's cock swell and then throb deep inside her as he continued to thrust. For the second time in her life she. “First of all, I have to have you home in a few minutes.”“Psssh!” Sally exclaimed. “Ma’s probably asleep already.”“Really? Didn’t you hear the siren a couple of minutes ago? I’m betting that your brother’s in the back of that cruiser, and they’re on their way back to the station right now. How long do you reckon before they give Robbie his one phone call, and he wakes her up?” Lenny reasoned with her. “You had BETTER be home when that phone rings.”Sally stared at him defiantly, arms crossed.