Or at least that was the hope anyway.Dinner time came, and I rang the bell outside the door. We had one of those old-fashioned dinner bells there. A f...w minutes later Jim and our son came in. They looked beat. I knew it was hot outside today and they were working in the fields way in the back of the property. They were dirty and sweaty and smelled bad. I smiled and told them both to go get cleaned up for dinner.We had a nice dinner and Jim headed to his chair as usual. My son decided he was. His sweaty balls made a heady aroma and I was lost in the whole experience, I stopped facefucking his cock and focused on sucking the first few inches near his cockhead. I continued to finger the prostate spot and smacked his balls with my other hand. I seen him make a look of mild pain on his face but I could tell the pain was bringing him to the brink of feeding me another load. I sucked hard on the cockhead, licking the nerve bundle beneath the piss slit with my tongue when I slide a couple. I wiped the tears off my face and went to grab my cell phone. It was gone. I grabbed my IPod and ran out the door. I didnt stop running until I got home. When I got home I went straight to the shower. I felt so dirty. I couldnt believe how much I was used. I couldnt believe I got off on it. I couldnt believe anything. I wanted to just go to bed and forget about the whole thing, forever. I wish I could of, but my phone started ringing at about 4 a.m. I answered half a sleep. Hello? Harlowe?. What was she waiting for?The address! Was it 123 Sutton Drive, Apartment 1? Or 121 Sutton Drive, Apartment 3? She should have written it down!After living with a man who made all her decisions for her for so many years, including when to wash her pussy and wag her overripe ass, Velma was not big on efficiency.But when she finally moved, it was with grim-jawed purpose. She'd check both addresses out!First, Velma had to stop at a gas station and get directions to Sutton Drive. She carefully wrote.