You’ll be Kendi to the parents who will talk to us. Then you can go back to being my sex goddess.”“I really love that I took that job.”“What...job did you take? You’re not stealing our best age group coach away from us are you?”“Hi Mrs. Sanchez. No, I’m not going anywhere. We were talking about a job we need to take care of inside our family.”“Family?”“Oh, I see what you did there!”“What?”“You are going to take the place of our mothers and start pushing for grandkids. Watch out for this one. Here, Lets have Mommy have a little fun first… She said as she moved up to straddle my mouth, holding fistfuls of my hair as she lowered her full grown weight down, grinding and bucking. Occasionally even bringing her pretty little naughty butt hole to my mouth, telling my to lick both her yummy holes. She didn’t take long either and soon her sweaty thick, tan luscious thighs began to quiver and shake, squirting a torrent of sweet tasting nectar into my mouth. She ground and face fucked me with. ‘Those Fraser’s ha’e done this, I don’t know hoo, but I feel it in my bones. They killed my boys.’ Kenneth answered to him first, with his thoughts. ‘If they did’ne get killed wi’ arras, and their feet were tied, it had tae been them that done it. They must’ae stole the birlinns first and waited till they were away, before they killed them and bound their feet. But why tie their feet? It does’ne make sense, does it?’ ‘No, Kenneth, it does’ne. But if the Fraser’s ha’e done it, it was something. So here's the raw rub. We're at the age where the nap isn't so critical. The kid takes after the old man-- savors his sleep. But there's a bit of the mother in him--gets too excited to fall asleep. During the week, Dad says time to hop in bed, it's habit. Dad's such a boring old putz anyway, might as well have a snooze. Besides, if Dad doesn't get his little laydown, what a cranky bastard he becomes! But come the weekend-- Mommy's home! Here's a kid who turns backflips at the mention of Hump.