Not that I didn’t respect her, of course. But ... well, maybe Mom wanted to go back to a time when I was a kid, instead of a young professional, on ...he verge of moving out.On the verge of leaving her.Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about how much it would hurt Mom, her only child moving away, leaving her alone in a house where she’d had so many good memories with Dad.But, I mean ... I deserve a life as well. And I planned on coming back for dinner at least once a week, and had tried to spend. ” “Um hmm,” Emily hummed, tracing a finger along his lips, meanwhile hiking her thigh atop his hips, “and?” “And?” Evan asked, slowly and carefully. “And you like putting your hands in her blonde mane as she devours your cock,” Emily said. Evan smiled up at her. “Observant,” he said. “And,” Emily went on, “I can feel you growing harder as you imagine your tongue licking her sweet little slit.” “This is a little uncomfortable,” Evan said, reaching down to adjust his member. “And you love it when. The humor was not lost on her, and she began to giggle and lightly laugh- "Well I'd better get used to this..." she said out loud.After cleaning up a bit, she started to dress. They had supplied herwith a new pair of flowered bedecked flannel pajamas, and clean whitecotton panties and a bra. Slipping on the panties she was slightlyshocked at the difference in fit between them and the boxers she hadbeen used to. Tight fitting with nothing covering the legs, the smoothflat front seemed foreign. “I am really good. I was thinking it might be nice if you were to come over and we could chat a bit. We did not have much time to talk yesterday.”“Ah, ya, that would be great. You know I always love talking with you.”“Well I have some fresh coffee on, so why don’t you come over anytime you feel like it. Greg is gone and will be gone for a couple of days.”“Okay. Well now is good for me, if it is good for you.”“Sure, I am just sitting here, somewhat bored, watching the news. Take your time, I’m.