"I had often wondered about him and Mom. They seemed to be awfully close before we got married. Then afterwards it seemed Mom was at our place more th...n she was home."I got an image of Miriam, my ex-wife and mother of our daughter, in my mind. She was a strikingly lovely woman with a very attractive figure. What had drawn me to her in the first place was, naturally, her bust. Average in height her breasts seemed almost too large for her slender frame but she carried them well. Thinking back I. You do want to make Scott happy, right?? ?Morethan anything,? Jean whispered, and tried again. This time, though, when ithit he back of her throat she swallowed at the wrong time and gagged. She choked,tears filling her eyes, as Scott leaned forward. ?Sweetheart, are you okay?? Betsysighed. ?We?re never going to get anywhere at this rate.? ?Yeahwe will,? Emma brandished the slim leather belt she had gone to her room toget when Jean had stripped. ?Jean.. Then she turned around and grinded me. I felt like I was in heaven, my cock felt her soft curvy ass touching it and became hard. When she felt that, she grinded harder as I grinded back at her. She grabbed my hands and pulled my arms around her. She turned her head and looked me in the eyes with her slightly brown eyes and then kissed me. My hands hugged her tighter as we had our tongue battle. The alcohol in my veins made me brave enough to hold her breast in one hand. She moaned and broke our. ..brother. Fred, for the weekend." Ididn't know if Fred was my brother or lover, I settled on brother toavoid any complications; after all, there is a five year difference inour ages. How would it look for a fifteen year old girl to be stayingwith a twenty year old "lover"?We talked for a few minutes and went to our own apartments. About an hour later the door bell rang. It was Marcia. She said shewanted to get acquainted.I guess I should have been nervous, (according to the stories) but.