"Damn it" he thought "I'm 35 years old I shouldn't have to worry about my mother finding cum stains in my bed." But he figured this is what happens wh...n you live at home. As he left his childhood and now adult room and tromped down stairs to the kitchen, he again lamented the fact that he was laid off at the local freightliner factory. If those corporate pencil pushers would have paid me more I could have afforded a better car and still would be working. I still can't believe I was "let go". Do a thorough background check on any couple you decide on. She's had a hard life, and I don't want her victimized or abused any more."Aunt Clara called me at home a few days later, complaining about how unfair my actions were for her. I listened to her, letting her get everything off her chest before I attempted to make a reply."Aunt Clara, you have absolutely no legitimate complaint, and neither does your mother. I'm already taking steps to see to Anne's care. She told me that she doesn't. Sitting on the bed next to him, she begins examining his cock for signs of having cum. It's coated with her juices, but it doesn't appear to her that he's cum. Oh fuck! She definitely did though, and now there's a pool of her juices on the bed next to him. She has to get everything cleaned up before he wakes up. Sylvia runs to the bathroom for a washcloth.Why the fuck did she stop! Frank wants to know. And why was she staring at his cock like that? What the fuck happened? He was so close to. Ill be fucked if I know what she saw in me. It hadnt really bothered me until now but actually seeing her looking at Chris like she used to look at me was making me feel sick so I just got up and left and being my best mates (and not getting any pussy themselves) Blake and Mikey were good enough to join me. Wed been wandering around for about an hour and were heading back towards the campsite when we spotted something moving in the darkness several yards ahead. Fuck, what it its the police or.