"So you want to end up like your Uncle James?" I tried to reason with my son, as his hands suddenly broke the front clasp to my bra. His fingers zeroe... in on my nipples, which had become quite hard."No way. You aren't going to tell no cops." He had already reasoned it out. "You know what I did to father, and you know why, and you didn't tell anyone." But why are you doing this?" I tried to pull his grip off my naked tits and his hands out from under my blouse."Because you're such a fucking. You should have Karen teach you how to make a good cup of coffee.”She shook ... either from constrained laughter or incipient tears. I don’t know which.“No ... it’s true, Karen. Ever since I had coffee at your shop ... nothing else tastes as good. What’s your secret?”“Stale water. I get the water from the toilet tank. It’s covered so it doesn’t get dusty. The flush mechanism tank refill aerates because the flow splashes ... I am sorry.”He was struggling with a serious case of the gags. “Good. As my cock hit bottom, Kiko’s body started to shudder in an orgasm. She cried out is pleasure. I keep pounder her. I watched Rose reach over and she started to finger Kiko’s clit. Soon Kiko screamed out in another orgasm. I could feel again a woman’s pussy gush juices around my cock. It is a wonderful feeling.At Rose’s request I pulled out. Rose stood up and asked me to sit in her chair. Rose went to the curtain saying, “Eve, locked the front door, put the closed sign up, and join us back. “one of them guys from Evendale was picking on him when you weren’t here yesterday,” Joe informed me. I winked at Joe and said, “Thanks man---thanks for telling me.” When, I looked back at Wetzel he was still looking scared and dejected. “That’s cool, that’s cool----THAT’S FUCKIN’ COOL---he’s fuckin’ dead!“ I yelled, and still setting in my seat I kicked three chairs and a table, at one time----twelve feet into the blackboard at the front of the room----no one looked at me---they were use to me.