He was grunting every time Dede brought herself down. The top of his head getting slapped by her tits every time. But he didn’t mind, in fact he was...getting a thrill out of it.Dede was moaning Dexter’s name loudly now as she thrust her hips down on his dong again. She felt a pressure rising in her belly, his cock was twitching wildly, she knew he was near to orgasm.She squeezed her own tits, fanning the fire of her pleasure even more. “Hold on Dexter. I’m so close, make me cum. Please.”Dexter’s. This woman had smooth skin, erect carriage and even teeth. I blinked. This was how all women looked at thirty-? Forty? I could not remember how old my mother was. Could I recall at least her birthday?"Martin! Stop staring at me and help carry in the groceries!" Sorry, Mom."I carried the bags in, peeking to see the kind of food we ate. Most of them invoked memories, especially a carton of ice cream. I looked forward to tasting that! After putting the bags on the counters and taking most of the. . I’d be the first to admit you’re ... naive. Are you sure she’s not leading you on?”“Mother! I confess I can’t see what she sees in me, but I also can’t see any advantage for her in trying to con me.”“Well! I suppose we need to meet her. But you can’t come here?”“Not without Lisa driving me.”“And we’re tied up until the weekend anyway. Could you get her to bring you on Sunday? Come for lunch?”“I expect so. I’ll ask.”Lisa, on her return, was not only willing, but delighted to meet my parents.. Pulling the sheet back, Jeff saw a hair-thin tendril ease out from under Joyce's back, a very faint blue glow surrounding the near invisible tip. Realizing the coast was clear, Little One flowed from under the deputy to resume her usual configuration, pushed the bandage aside, then changing slightly, spread herself over Joyce's heart area.Jeff heard a gasp as Caitlin slumped into her chair, a look of awe on her pretty face.Jeff had been so worried about Joyce, not to say anything about the.