Paula calmly watched Jane pour the wine, took her glass, and sipped. ‘Nice,’ she smiled. Jane sat down next to Paula on the sofa. While Jane was ...ipping her wine, Paula began to speak. ‘Have you ever wondered why we’re here?’ She asked. Jane did not answer. ‘I do, all the time,’ she continued. Michael found her voice soothing and stopped crying. ‘I mean – this little guy, why is he here? Why are you here……Why am I?’ She trailed off. ‘I used to wonder why I was here,’ Jane said. ‘Then I. ” “All right,” Kyle responded spryly, “but if you don’t practice you’ll never be able to beat me.” Jenna merely chuckled in response to his remark. In reality Jenna wasn’t all that tired, rather she enjoyed admiring Kyle’s body as he played, especially his strong muscular legs built from years of hard work on the soccer field. Often times while playing the two would strip down to their underwear to help them stay cool. Jenna was already down to her lacy pink bra and hello kitty. “Honey, Mike darling, please.”He stood there stroking his cock openly, unconcerned.“If you don’t suck me, Mom,” he said, “then I’ll have to jack off right here. Open your legs so I can look at your cunt.”Lisa turned on the seat, leaning against the door, spreading her legs wide. She pulled her skirt high, her hairy pussy full exposed to him. She gazed hungrily at his throbbing cock, watching his fist move back and forth, the swollen head gleaming, inviting her lips, her tongue.“Suck me, Mom,”. No children, it seemed she couldn't have any. I gave her the condensed version of my background and we then moved on to less sensitive topics.I liked her, she was interesting to talk with and very easy on the eyes. We made arrangements to meet again the next day for a drink and it got to be a regular thing. After our third "date" I asked her to dinner and she accepted. After our third "dinner date", I was asked to come back to her apartment for a drink.You know what's coming next? Yeah, it's.