I always have a good time there, chicks in lingerie using different toys on each other while us guys normally end up fucking at least two others wives... I asked her if she wanted to stop by one of the sex shops on the beach and pick some things up. Of course she was wearing one of her favorite clubbing outfits, a tight fitting black dress that stops at mid thigh with stockings and heels. I loved how the dress showed alot of cleavage but somehow managed to stay up with all the dancing, yet she. Wearing only a t-shirt and panties, she was ready to fall asleep. Although she hadn’t she heard something but disregarded it nonetheless. “Mom” he said quietly. “Yes dear?” she answered as she lay on her side. “Umm, can I come in?” he said. “Yes dear. I’m awake. Come on in.” He came into her room. He slowed but walked in anyway. By the bed, he looked down at her and then asked if he could lie down. She said yes. He laid down behind her. She smiled. It was nice having her son back with her again. Our kissing begins, I leave feathery, almost butterfly, kisses all over your face then down your neck and chest. I explore your body wanting to kiss, lick, and caress every inch of you. Then I reach your cock. I look at it in wonder. It’s big and thick. I start to lick it and you direct me as to how to pleasure your cock. I taste it. I taste the saltiness on the head of your cock. It makes my body tremble with want. He guides my head closer and tells me to take his cock into my mouth. It’s so. I would rather this be a dialogue and not a monolog," I said in an effort to break the ice.The invitation to ask questions resulted in one brown-haired woman tentatively raising her hand. I asked her to remind me of her name, and she said, "My name is Amelia. One question ... you said you got a monthly disability check from the VA. What kind of disability? You seem to be in good shape." Good question, Amelia. My disability is mostly invisible. Type II Diabetes because of exposure to Agent.