I was thinking this better not get out of hand. Sally called and wanted to get together Friday night for a "surprise" I wasn't sure this was the best...thing to do, but since Jim would be out of town until Saturday I thought it would be okay. Friday came around and Sally met me at home right after work. She explained she wanted to be sure everything was cool before she delivered my surprise? She said she'd be back in a few minutes. Shortly there was a knock at the door and it was Sally with. This was her responsibility. After all, Alex was her son, not his.Alex was in his pajamas, looking sleepy-eyed with a bad case of bedhead. Cheryl greeted him in her usual upbeat manner, “Good morning, my little man. How did you sleep?”“Pretty good, I guess,” Alex replied in between yawns.Cheryl took out his cereal and the milk and put them on the table with a glass of orange juice. She tried to straighten his hair with her fingers as he started to eat. She soon gave up, got a cup of coffee and. . and trust me when I tell you, you won't be walking away when we are finished! "Since your pussy of a husband won't satisfy you, then it's up to me... and I will see to it you remember the day a common gardener planted himself in your garden!" he sneered.Kiana about came just from his words. "Oh God, Rick! Ohhh fuck!" she moaned. "Please fuck me! Pleeeease!"He gave her head one last shake. "Alright slut, roll over and get on your knees. Face down, ass up–you know the drill! Show me that tight. As her fingers started to circle the ‘epicentre of her feminine pleasure palace’ as she often euphemistically called her clitoris, she decided to transfer over to the bed. She wheeled the mirror to the foot of the bed – watching herself masturbating was one of her favourite things to do. As soon as she laid down on her back and spread her legs, she dove back into her vagina with her fingers and began to pleasure herself in earnest. It was usually the only way she could reliably be able to.