Could it be that a husband would finally be mine?"Yes, yes! Your father and I have arranged for the marriage to take place this next November, if you ...hould wish it. It shall be the grandest social event of the year! Only the utmost esteemed ladies and gentlemen shall attend, and it will be held at the most fashionable chapel in all of London..." she chattered on gaily, describing all that she had planned for me already.I chuckled to myself at her enthusiasm. No-one could claim that she didn't. He was hers and she was sure that she will have many happy experiences in the future with her son, but she wished he would call her Jean. It didn't sound right calling her mum when his hard massive penis was lodged inside her pussy.His mother's attitude had changed and instead of the snarls and groans she was all smiles and fussed over him.At bedtime Thomas made no attempt to go into his own room, but got into his mothers bed and waited on her getting in beside him. Now it was Thomas's turn to. It is slammed hard against my belly and leaking pre-cum down my boxers. Careful to turn away from the light, I move around the back of the limo and climb in to take these little bozos home.As we cruise along, I hear the recounting of how wonderful the prom was, how great the music was, and how bad it is that little Jerry feels sick and might throw up. I caution in my sternest voice for them to give me warning before that happens or there is going to be trouble for them. My eyes watch in the. At any rate, after 3 rounds of drinks and a bunch of appetizers, I mentioned how very friendly French women were to me in my travels. Collette asked, "And, how friendly is THAT?" I wasn't sure how this would go over if I got detailed, but since they were early 30s, I presumed it would be OK. I told them of some of my exploits, with occasional one-niters and the occasional extension of my visits if the connection was right. Believe it or not, Collette now became the aggressor in conversation..