She gathered her breasts into her hands. She was dizzy, delirious, and felt her arousal as a hot seeping of moisture. "Hey, sailor," Heidi said. She c...uldn't keep a giggle from escaping. "Remember these?" She waggled her breasts up and down. Peter didn't stir, and she remembered how deeply he slept. But then there was movement. It came from the other side of Peter, from the hank of black hair spilling from under the covers. Slowly the hair turned. "Wha?" came the half-articulated question. Then. "He thrust into her butt time after time and she continued to wiggle and squirm. She couldn't begin to describe the feeling. Nothing in her life had prepared her for the shock of her son doing such a thing and the thrill of him committing such an act on his own mother. Her ass tingled and involuntarily twitched each time he tongued her. She never suspected she would like such a thing. Now she wondered if she would ever get enough of his nasty tongue. She couldn't wait until she could return the. “And it isn’t pleasant.”Dorothy set her lips in a grim line.“Cory, you are a mature woman and you are oh so sweet.“You know that what you have to tell me won’t be pleasant but waiting won’t change it will it?“So just say it.”“It’s about Bill.“He died within the last several days when a trap he set up to kill deer hit him.”Cory moved her chair close to Dorothy and put her arm around her shoulders. Dorothy pressed Cory’s hand to her chest and squeezed it. Karen watched as the shock in Dorothy’s. "Fred just nodded and joined the others as they went into the house. He wasn't that sleepy, but there was no point in staying out on the porch by himself.*****Harry soaked in the tub for almost an hour, listening through the half-opened door to the music Jack used with his - what'd he call them? - his katahs. The first tape, Japanese music, was over, and Jack was playing some weird Indian melodies. Harry decided that he'd had enough and pulled the plug. He climbed out of the tub and rubbed.