Without my mom to 'adjust' it everycouple weeks, the devise would simply revert to normal non-devisorphysics, and become nothing more than a paperweig...t. I might as wellhave fun with it while I could.A minute later, my new goodies and parts were safe in my room, while Iwas leaving Hawthorne with Caitlin. We arrived at one of the ranges ashort time later, though I wasn't really sure which one. This wasactually the first time I'd gone to check out the Whateley ranges,though I had been meaning. I stayed home, watching television with her, ecstatic when she remarked about how much she enjoyed spending the extra time with me.On Sunday night, she dozed off as we sat on the couch. In her sleep, she leaned against me with her head resting on my shoulder. My hand was so close and my desire so strong that what happened next was inevitable.I reached up, cupping her left breast in my hand. I had just a moment to feel the weight and softness of it before a moan caused me to snatch my hand away.. I can make scrambled eggs if you want.”Sharon went to the refrigerator when her mother put the juice and milk on the table, “That’s okay, Mom, I will make them. Do we have any red peppers left?”Paula gestured toward the refrigerator, “There should be one in the crisper.” As Sharon was getting the eggs, butter and red pepper from the fridge, she asked, “Any second thoughts about last night?”Flashes of her mother sucking John’s cock ran through Sharon’s mind, “Do you mean how my hot mom stole my. “Maybe it’s too much foryou to handle.” “Too much for me to handle?” She raised an eyebrow at that.Twisting the cone in her hand, she looked it over carefully. “I thinkI’ve handled bigger,” she said, a wicked note creeping into her voice.Pressing her tongue flat against the ice cream, she licked straight upthe ice cream, her eyes half closed. Repeating the motion, she workedher way around the cone, then captured the offending drip with a tipof.