" Wendy couldn't get over Davis calling her a kid, and nothing she said about it worked.He stopped a minute, these kids were the future of archaeology...so he asked, "What is it anyway?" Unreported Civil War battlefield, she said. Then she mumbled, "Or maybe post war target practice." Ooh ... maybe I should go too." Get your stuff. You can fly down with us." I was kidding." I'm not ... I see no reason for you to stay ... Steve is here. Take a couple of weeks off from the museum ... have a. "God, that just sounds nasty!", I thought to myself. At least I hadn't woke up to find my hands touching my mother where I shouldn't be. That had happened more then just a couple times. At those times, I would ever so slowly move them from impropriety, with the utmost care. I was sure if my mother, the very proper Lorna Hagen were to awake and find my hand anywhere near her breasts or God forbid her vaginal region she would have been consumed by shame.It was bad enough that I was laying here in. That is, the problem of Mariel's waninginterest, not that other stuff. I had known Dwayne since high school.There were a lot of Black guys in my class and some of them liked totaunt me because I'm short and slender. My small dick had been a runningjoke in the locker room. Even though Dwayne joined in, he would alwaysbe chummy later on, reassuring me that the somewhat cruel kidding wasjust something done in their community. Since I'd gotten married, withhim as my Best Man, we had been back. ’ ‘No, it’s special like this’, she said.Anything she feels as ‘special’ when I feel her pussy is just fine with me.Now she had my shorts off too, and my cock was as hard and as full as it’s ever been. She was waving it back and forth and sliding her hand up and down it’s length, occasionally squeezing or twisting the head gently, teasingly. It never felt better, bursting to blast off.I pulled the leg-band aside and tugged on one of her pussy-lips.That didn’t last long…off came her panties at.