"Well!" Janet fought back a nervous flush. "To what do I owe this honor?"Tony hesitated and sounded awkward as he began."Uh, mom said I ought to come ...ver, Mrs. Douglas. Uh, she tells me that you've got this, you know, this back problem that's been bothering you for a long time!"Janet winced as she thought of it. Stress made the condition worse and her low back muscles had pained her ever since she'd started fucking her son. "Yes, that bothers me all the time." Well, uh the thing is," Tony went. "Tom ... it's time to stop grieving. Your sons have, even my parents have come to terms with their loss. I know it must hurt, but you've got many years to live, and they could be happy years if you want them to be."He nodded. "I suppose you're right, Connie. Is that what this weekend is all about?" he asked with a slight frown."Yes. That's exactly what it's all about. You are a young, virile, healthy man in the prime of your life. What's happened to you is a horrible accident that you aren't. However he had been in Africa for six weeks with out sampling any of the local talent, he hoped that this was about to change. Once she settled in introductions were made. She said her name was Julie. She was a twenty-year-old art major from New York, and she had been in Africa for six months studying and was on her way home for a long needed break. Dave was quite taking with the young woman because not only was she just about the hottest thing he had seen since Anita, but she was smart. My moans are loud, my pussy so slippery.Before long and to your surprise, I raise up my hips and shuffle down past your shoulders, over your chest to drop my oh so wet pussy against your hard cock. Leaning forward so your sight is of my ass, I grind my pussy back and forth along your hard length.I build up my desire again - all my moans, all my groans - my wetness now spread up and down your length.Your hands reach out to my ass but I smack them away - I want you to watch only. I sit up and.