It was beyondDave's comprehension how some fabric stitch together can be moreimportant than the great relationship he had with his man.The man's, who...was feeling like a writer without a pencil, devastationwas worse when he found out that one of his golfing buddies was takingJordan to the prom. He had to spend time with the man who was helpingJordan live out one of his dreams. Dave should have been the onehelping Jordan to make his dreams come true.What made it worse was Ziggy was not. Have a little taste. It's strawberry, it's good..." she held out the spoon for me, love and lust filling her eyes. The thought of my new hot Mommy feeding me was too much to bear. I leaned in to receive the spoon and she carefully brought it to my lips, her eyes never leaving mine. I closed my mouth around the spoon and turned my head, pulling the spoon free from her hands. She gasped as I licked it clean. I pulled the spoon from her hand, reached into the bowl, and fed her in return. For some. . He told me to roll over onto my stomach and he would start on my back, which I did. He pulled the towel up to expose my legs and stared on my feet. He was very gentle and I soon relaxed and just enjoyed the feeling of contentment as his hands gently manipulated my muscles and tendons with oil. He worked his way up my legs and when he got to the top he asked me if I wanted to remove my panties as they would get oil on them. I wasn't sure but he said if I would prefer not to that was ok but. ..He did. ‘Your cum will be reappearing very soon and I wouldn’t want to ruin your sofa’. She put the towel down and sat.He thought of all the wanks he’d had on that trusty sofa and smiled to himself, but her conscientious attitude did her great credit and he felt more warmly towards her for it.He was still standing and she gave his now flaccid prick a kiss and invited him to tip out her handbag on the floor in front of them.He did and was impressed at the lack of rubbish and nonsense within.A.