‘Do you still want to go out on that pretend date some time?’ she asked. She asked in her shy voice, a voice I’d heard only once or twice before...in all the time we’d been together. The pretend date had mostly just been a gambit to get us talking again, but it seemed to have struck some kind of chord with her. Maybe there was something to it. Maybe we both wanted more than just getting back to the way things used to be. Maybe she wanted to go to plays and Italian restaurants as much as I wanted. My prick was aching to get into my darlings cunt, once again sampling her come filled fanny.I had quite a bit to drink that night , so I was really able to hold back a bit as Carol had multiple orgasms while Jim and I fucked her,I was again screwingher cum filled cunt when Carol yelled out as her final orgasm erupted and her fanny juice shot out over my balls, running down into her crack I shot off a huge load of come as Carol wrapped her legs around me and I soaked my prick in Jim's and her. Behind him, his parents were well on their way to getting drunk. They were periodic alcoholics, using alcohol to relieve the tensions of their lives. John’s excuse was the stress generated by the screw up at work. Jamie drank because she was conflicted about her sexual feelings for her son.Jamie was acutely aware of her son not eight feet away. Her pussy still tingled as she recalled his length sliding into her sheath. The fullness, the slight pain as he stretched her. She shivered recalling. Da ich fast alles mit meinem IPad schreibe, habe ich immer etwas mit der Autokorrektur zu kämpfen. Für konstruktive Kritik bin ich offen und freue mich auf Rückmeldungen. Ich werde versuchen die Geschichte hier regelmäßig zu aktualisieren.Viel Spaß beim Lesen euer Uwe*************************************************************Mein Name ist Ben Müller und mein Abenteuer beginnt am 28.12.2019 mit der Fahrt in einen gemeinsamen Urlaub mit meinem besten Freund Mike Schuster. Wie jeden Winter fährt.