"You do realize that I just finished fucking your wife for thesecond time tonight and I left two creampies in her pussy, so youreating my cum" I didn'... know if he was looking for me to acknowledgewhat he was saying, but he did not give me time to reply, he just hit meon the top of my head and told me to finish cleaning up as he had moreplans for me once I finished cleaning the sex from my wife.I finished cleaning, while lifting my head; I was grabbed by the frontof my nightie and pulled across. Edward took off my panties totally and tossed them on the floor next to the couch. He lifted my dress and spread my legs. As he buried his head between my legs, I grabbed his head, not to push him away but to pull him closer. “Ah…” I moaned as his tongue tried to get into my sweet pussy. “So good, Mom,” normally Edward called me by my name, but whenever he came closer to me he called me Mom. I think it was his dirty fantasy or may be it excited him more. Edward and I haven’t fucked from past. He was desperate for a taste of her sweetness. He longed to thaw out his frigid fingers inside her steamy little cunt. She walked to the couch with two piping hot mugs of hot chocolate and set them on the rickety wooden coffee table. They sipped on the sweet liquid and discussed their majors, classes, and what they hoped to do after college. The curtains next to the couch were wide open, revealing the silvery stars and the nearly full moon. “I hadn’t realized it was this late, I should. Instead of a return letter, I got a phone call. That was better than a letter. After that call we would talk on the phone two or three times a month and maybe write every month or so.I asked Donna a few times about coming to see her. Her answer was always the same, "Have you got your head back in the game yet? Until you can truthfully say yes, there is no need to see each other."Our calls continued for about two months and something new begun to happen. I would get her voice mail more.