I laughed and said that would make him the blower not the blowee! Lol, with cum in his mouth and whatnot. He said no, it's like it's still getting eat...n so it's good or like it's going where it's supposed to so it's hot. It tastes good to, so who knows? And that's when I knew we were going to have some kind of gay sex.I was still a little nervous and scared thinking what he might say next.I continued trying to read my story and see if I could get my nut after what he just said, and he just. "Yeah, Jaz. I just got back from being with your Mom, and Wes and Les." Wow. They've been gone a long time. Are they coming home soon?"I took him by the hand and led him to our front stoop. I sat on the top step and had him sit in my lap."Jaz? Do you know where everybody's been the last couple of days?" Uh, Uh." Your father has been away on business." (Yeah, monkey business.) "And Wes was taken to the hospital. Do you know what the hospital is?" Yeah. It's where they take you when you're going. It was a deep, almost guttural, moan that seemed to come from the depths of her body. Jason started to slowly fuck in to her. She moaned as he pulled back, then moaned longer and louder every time he sank back in. "Can you hear that mate? Can you hear your wife moaning? She's loving it isn't she mate? Listen to her." Nothing he said was said nastily or unpleasantly. He seemed like a good guy and he was right, Emma was clearly enjoying the feeling. I looked down as his cock plunged in to my. He had explained to her once?that a plain, neat bedroom served to relax you while you're supposed to be relaxing. She seemed to have bought into it.?He went to the table next to the bed and picked up a framed photo. It was Anna and her husband, the young Dr. Mark Bernstein, on their wedding day. They were cutting the cake. She was grinning, looking so radiantly happy in her wedding dress. He took a moment to examine her husband. He wasn't an ugly man, but he was very plain. Dull. Just looking.