She brought hot cocoa packets and a carton of milk. The first thing I’d moved into the trailer was my coffee mugs.“So, Dad,” she began. She was ...sing her most mature voice—the voice of reason. “What’s your goal? Are you out to discover yourself? Do you have a quest to see all the states? The National Parks? Old girlfriends?” We laughed. I pulled a bottle of crème de menthe out of the drawer that I’d designated as my liquor cabinet, although there was only a bottle of wine and half a bottle of. "Sergeant Roberts who had materialised from nowhere dipped his head and was back in moments with two.Frances raised her glass to Mark. "Here's to you, Mark dear, and thank you very, very much for what you've done for Victoria and also for Anthony and me." It was my duty. That's all," said Mark embarrassedly."No, darling. It was more than duty. You acted for Victoria and for us. You're only required to look after Anthony." If it hadn't been for me making a nonsense in the first place it would. "Okay, I admit it. I am no saint. Here was a woman about 39, with a perfect figure, dragging her boobs across my chest with nipples popped. Meanwhile, she was either rubbing my cock with her slavering pussy lips or using her surprisingly able hands to keyhole my cock while cupping my swollen heavy scrotum. There was only so much a man could take...any man. So, I admit it, I broke down.Mom was rubbing me raw down there while wetly kissing my chest. I had had it! I grabbed her by the blonde hair. You take it, and gently pull me close against your chest. Your other hand slides smoothly to the small of my back, caressing up and down, lower each stroke, till you’re caressing my ass. Kissing me, our lips parted and tongues probing, tasting, mouths sucking. I feel your cock begin to stir, and I press against you, encouraging it to harden and stand erect. Your mouth moves to my throat as your hands slide the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders. The soft fabric slides quickly to the.