What was it doing?! David let out a little chuckle noticing my embarassment. "Well it seems someone is happy to see me. Hello there little guy, remem...er me from yesterday?" he joked. "Good. Now turn around, bend over and place your palms on the coffee table". I complied and behind me I could hear him readjust on the couch and then I started in surprise as I felt his strong hands grab my ass cheeks and pull them apart to examine my asshole. His index finger traced a path down my ass crack,. "Watching the movement of her hands, looking down over the dripping and vastly expanded bulb of his prick, Jerry saw his mom slide the semen up over her belly, then rub her fingers in slow circles across her breasts, her nipples. She reached down again, dipping into the blotted hairs of her pussy for a fresh supply, and brought her fingers up to smear the stuff over her mouth. There was a deeply sensuous, deeply moving gleam in her eyes as she stared up at him."Kiss me," she. ’ **** I spent the next week and a half working on a plan to find time with Jane at the party. Scott had an idea for an emergency call to get Vince, her date, out of the picture so I could swoop in. Thoughts of her in that dress and the way she put me in my place so easily came rushing back every night as I tried to sleep. The best-laid plans become a waste from the realities of life sometimes. Bales of hay, scarecrows, multi-colored leaves and pumpkins, the traditional trappings of fall,. The group was quiet after that, contemplating the brave, selfless man we’d known as a commander and a friend. Alistair just held me, his sorrow muted by foreknowledge and his desire not to increase my guilt. No matter how many reassurances I received, no matter that no one else blamed me, I knew I’d never stop feeling guilty for Duncan’s death. It might not have made sense, given that his survival, in many ways, would have been a worse outcome, but I doubted that when I closed my eyes, I’d ever.