"Please, my son. Tell me what your father and I can do to change this, to make you better."Reginald glanced over at his distraught mother, noting that...her sobs had sent her luscious breasts to jiggling under the thin gown. He felt a tingle in his cock, an unfamiliar feeling that had him reaching his hand to his groin to investigate. "This is strange," he murmured, though it was only to himself. But his mother, her attention attuned to her son who had become quite the embarrassment, heard."What. She sensed the pride in her mother’s voice and grinned at the ceiling in her bedroom as she brought her up to date with some of the gossip from campus, people’s plans and her own job applications. Her mother wondered when she might be home and Holly replied that home would be one of her first trips once she got the car. Her father was fine and out at work but she had been feeling a little under the weather with a pain in her knee but was sure it would pass in a couple of days and would still go. It was absolutely exquisite…for both of us, apparently. Trish, never reticent at times like this, howled,“Right there! I’m cumming, Laura ! I’m…I’m…fuck!”Well, I was pretty much “fuck” too. Such a lovely climax, although I didn’t feel compelled to share it with the neighbors. I simply hung there, holding her leg, struggling to catch my breath. Minutes or moments, I’m not sure which, passed.Trish whined, “My arms hurt, Laura.”“Shut up,” I hissed, as I studied then released her right leg. They didn’t want her to have just sweets. I was talking to Grandpa alone for a few minutes and he asked me what I thought of Corinna. He was a gruff old man on the outside but everyone knew he had a heart of gold. He always spoke his piece. He would say that at his age if he wanted to say something he wasn’t afraid to say it. ‘Well, Grandpa, I told Dad that when I first saw her she took my breath away. I really would like to get to know her better. The first thing that came to my mind when I.