."Martha laughed from her belly at his reaction. "Relax, honey, relax. IfI didn't mean for it to be consumed, I wouldn't buy it. Enjoy it."Jessie plac...d his glass on the table as if it was a priceless work ofart. "It is good, but, I'm sorry, anyway. I just wanted our last dinnertogether to be a good one."Martha put down her fork, took her napkin from her lap and wiped herlips before speaking. "Now that you bring that up, why does this haveto be our last meal together? Why can't you stay a while. Now I’m a Christian too, but once in a while a different topic is a good thing. Mom and my younger brother Jim would venture on foot to the store pulling a sled behind them to carry the groceries. Dad and I stayed home and shoveled snow away from the windows, doors and the firewood stacked on the sheltered porch. By the time Indiana thawed out enough to allow travel, we sent Grandma Jean home to where she lived at the time in Indianola, Iowa. We then jumped into our 1973 Chevrolet Chevelle. His lips took the place of his hands over her left breast, kissing and nibbling lightly on the skin before taking all of the dark areola inside his mouth and sucking it gently. He heard her moan gently, feeling her hands traveling over his back as he suckled on each breast, as their child would someday. She groaned softly as she felt his hand move lower, cupping her mound gently before stroking her clit slowly, making a low moan escape her lips. After a few more minutes, he left a trail of. As she got on her knees, he pulled down his pants again and pushed his dick in her mouth.“Mmm,” Anita took it in again. This time he held her hair and started fucking her mouth even faster than before. Anita moaned and her eyes were watering, as he pushed his entire length inside of her.Later, he stood her up, turned her around, and licked her now exposed upper back. His saliva was flowing all over and her back was shining like a polished pot.“Aww, am I like a popsicle to you, mugger?”“Just.