It was delicious, Terry. In fact it even tasted better than yourfather's. Why don't you shoot a big wad of it right down my throat thistime, lover? Wh... don't you fill my cheeks with it? I'm so hungry foryour cum, darling! I'm so hungry for your big hard cock!"Sheila went down on her son's swollen cock.Sheila's pussy was seething between her legs, dampening the crotch ofher panties with sex-honey. She wanted her son's cock in her cunt,wanted to feel it fucking in and out of her sucking gash,. Monday morning was aggravated for me because I had stupidly double booked myself out to do two things at the same time. I had arranged to meet Becca Hill at the garden centre for coffee at ten o’clock but had also picked up a job card to visit a new customer to give an estimate for laying a lawn and put in a decorative water feature and fish pond at a house off Manor Farm Road on the eastern outskirts of Salisbury, also at ten. Rather than cancel either one I called Becca and suggested that. Selene and I eyed the theatre. I saw three out couples. It was probably higher than an average adult theatre in the U.S. But it being Las Vegas, all the rule changed. One of the couples was in their 20s, another in their 50s and the other where the woman was in her 40s and the guy in his 20s. There was a lot of men in the theatre, maybe six or seven from 20s to 60s. There was also one single woman in her 30s. Selene was wide eyed. Without doubt she was the youngest in the room. We took a seat. ”“Well, tomorrow I was going to go and visit Peggy’s uncle, and see if he had a car I might like. I need a new one, and I figure I would go see him first.”“Well, it’s early enough. Let’s just stop there on the way home. It’s not even noon yet, we can stop and get some lunch, then swing by on the way home. That way if you see something you like you can drive it home.”I told her that sounded great, so after lunch at the pizza place with the robot rat, we were pulling into the car lot. Peggy’s.