Lol. My wife has a close friend that has been out neighbor for years. She has three k**s and is a single mom. We have watched her k**s over the years...and they are around our own k**s' age. Her oldest son is a great k** as well as his brother and sister. Over the years I've noticed him catching glimpses at my wife while she's around the house. My wife frequently walks around the house with tshirts and tank tops and no bra. She is a blonde with long legs and nice breasts and nipples that destroy. Remember we’re going out at six,’ was the text of my message, no doubt almost identical to millions of others. All just with slight variances about times, locations, flowers, groceries, and countless other domestic details. For better or for worse, Luther and our three black neighbors through whom we’d met him had escaped this domestic servitude. Free men, beholden to no woman, free to come and go as they liked and do what they liked when they liked. I loved my life being married to Jill, but. I blew my whistle to summon Granny Eltman. She was as enthralled by the caverns as the rest of us were. She pronounced it perfect as a place to shelter from the malevolent wizards. I did say that I wondered how we would get enough light into the cave without quickly denuding the surrounding forest. Her answer was, "Let me fix that problem with a housewarming gift. It is one that you can use immediately." She mumbled something that I did not understand and pointed her finger toward the ceiling.. As she feared, her husband was in the living room and greeted her as she came in, “Well, did you bury ‘em deep,” referring to the funeral she had just come from. When he said deep, all she could think of was how that young cock went deep into her pussy and she responded, “Oh yeah, really deep, I am going to take a shower as that funeral really exhausted me.” Bobby said, “I’m going to the hardware store and drop by the pub and see if any of the guys are hanging out.” As he was heading for the.