Right at 7Pm the door bell rings and there was Jeff with four bottles of wine. A red and white dinner wine, a desert wine and a very sweet ice wine ...ater for sipping. I thought his eyes would pop out as he watched me walking back to the kitchen as I swayed my hips and made my boobs bounce as I set the table for dinner. I asked him to open some wine as we set down and ate we took our time and we drank both the red and white wine with dinner. I then asked him to pick out a DVD and start it. She told me that they would fuck the weekend away only leaving to get something to eat. My dad never told me he had been seeing you, I replied, as I did not know about the weekends as I was here with John. Dad also never told me about it on weekdays when I was home. To be truthful I was at first a little hurt because he had not told me. Then I was more pissed about him not telling me. Since I had been fucking him on the weekdays, when my mom was not home. I told your dad not to tell you Janet. Telling John and him to, " Open their eyes and to watch each other." They locked eyes signifying her total control, and Michael grunted as he began to release his warm cum into John's mouth. Michael's knees trembled as he almost lost his balance. His balls flexing and pulling up close to his body.John seemed to tense for a moment but then relaxed again as she gently told him to swallow slowly and to savor Michaels gift. Michael's hips bucked wildly causing John to lose contact for a moment. Perhaps nothing of lasting value, but it doesn't matter. The light around us is just a little warmer for now, and that's enough now.There is something else in your eyes. Need. Desire. Hunger. You tilt your head back as I lean toward you. We kiss deeply, and warmth transmutes to heat on the softness of your lips and tongue. It is a dream, because such turns of moods only happen in dreams, but I don't care. Your hand comes up to entwine in my hair, as my hands slide up your back to tangle in.