As she pulls my cock through the open zipper changing it between hands continuing to stroke it making precum leak out of the tip I move back up to sl...de her panties down with her jeans I find that she has no problems getting wet and showing that she is enjoying the time since the bottom of her ass is sticky and wet from her juices. Getting her jeans down just past her knees, she strokes my cock more pulling me towards her pressing it right up against her pussy lips. Feeling the warm, sticky. She slowly moved into the modest living room. She remembered that, inthis room, he had first crawled, first stood, and first said "ma-ma". Shecould still hear it: that sound of pure living joy. Silently, itresonated even now through the room.She made her way into the kitchen. She remembered his daily efforts toset the table, help her prepare meals, do the dishes, and make tea. Thesame fluorescent light lit the table today as it had when he had done hiselementary school homework. His grades had. With my long blonde hair and clean shave I guess I looked like his blond girlfriend to someone speeding by. There we were side-by-side, two cowboys blissfully fondling each other’s genitals alongside a busy highway. I was pleasuring him and know it was all he could do not to throw his head back and close his eyes in pleasure. Especially once I started working his frenulum cluster at the base of the head with the thumb and forefinger of my right hand. He was going on and on half speaking, half. And she accepted it without batting an eye. Well, I noticed she got a little squirmy when I was describing my dreams to her. I did too, actually. But she was a rock as I went from distraught to aroused to hopeful, to mortified and back again.By the end of the day I felt drained. Like I'd finally let out a huge mass of corrosive goo that had been eating away at me. I felt light, and strangely free, relaxed in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. Even my hornyness had subsided. I slept like a rock.