We sat on the couch. He began. “Your son is not your child anymore.”“But, but...”“He has to plot his future. Can’t you see that he isn’t...ever coming home like in the old days?”“I don’t want him to go away and I...”“I know. He was your dream. You need to wake up.”She paused. “I hate it, but maybe they’ll give me grandkids. She’s so pretty.” Tears.“I doubt that Hanna will give you grandkids anytime soon. She is her own person.”I had to leave the room and let them deal with each other. In my mind,. .. the confluence ... of Wolf Creek and the Tongue produced no measurable increase in the Tongue’s volume or flow.“That pissed the Fisheries people off no end. They had stocked Wolf Creek with Rainbow Trout ... an invasive species, by the way. Wolf Creek is not native habitat to Rainbows. Brook trout are native. The stocking was done without permission.“When Circle K used the water two years ago ... they used ALL the water. In court the state claimed damages. The decision of the court was that. I could feel my juices running down my leg. I stuck my finger in my pussy and started pushing it in and out. "You shouldn't have to do that yourself,” Matt said. He walked over and took my finger out and licked it. He then stuck two of his fingers inside my dripping slit. I moaned with pleasure. He started going faster and faster adding a finger. He continued finger fucking me until I came on his hand. "That felt good,” I said. I pulled down his pants and underwear and pushed him down on. When I felt the urge to cum, I grunted, “Ugh, I’m gonna cum.” Immediately she pulled the cock out of her mouth and stroked it, saying, “Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.” And I did, she swallowed most of it and the rest, she kept it in her mouth and stood up, kissed me, giving me the taste of my own cum.After we had done exchanging the cum and saliva, she said, “Fuck, I never thought you would taste your own cum.” I just shrugged, “It was an add-on!”We both sat on the bed, she kept her.