Today was a short day for him. Only four hours and he was done through the weekend. He spoke to the truck and instructed his phone to send Kye a text....“I love you, sissy boi,” he said the device transcribed it. The message sent just as he was pulling out of the driveway of their 2,500 square foot rambler ranch. He glanced at the yard and decided he would cut the grass when he got back home.At work, it was a good day. Terris handled his business and went back home, but not before eating the. I had a thirty thousand dollar pre-approved home improvement loan. My fifty-seven Chevy brought me almost twenty grand. I had another use for my Harley Fat boy. I paid the penalty and cashed in my IRA. There were four CDs in the safety deposit box. Unfortunately, Uncle Simon did not have a retirement plan for me to draw on. I was planning a surprise six-month cruise for our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Connie didn’t know that I had been paying into it for six years. That was another thirty. My penis twitched."It does look like you, Betty. Wow! I mean... I hope I'm not embarrasing you, Betty. I mean, she really does look just like you, only she's... well, naked and all." It's okay, Neal. I'm not offended at all. Yes, the resemblance is very close. In fact, that's why I wear my hair this way now -- to match her hair. But her breasts are a lot bigger than mine. I wish mine were as lovely as hers." Betty, I think you've got terrific tits!... I mean, sorry, breasts..." I could feel my. Niccole was also wet. As her soaking panties hadindicated, her love juices were copious, flowing over theentire area between her thighs, coating it in preparation forbeing loved, for being plumbed to its deepest depth.Niccole reached down and grasped my cock. It was engorged,swollen, its head ripe and bulbous. She stroked it, and itjerked and poured out some more pre-cum fluids. My handworked in her pussy again, and I could tell from the urgencyof her stroking of my cock that she was near.