He knew it was as close to an admission as he was likely to get.“So how does this affect Lambswool’s products?” the reporter inquired.“To a ce...tain extent, it doesn’t,” Phil said. “In the long run, I’m looking to revise our business model to avoid financial calamities like what we’re facing.”“But does this mean that ‘Iconoclast’ will be canceled?” the man pressed.“At this point, I don’t know,” Phil admitted. “I still need to review our financial situation and I need to get a starting point from. .." He lost his courage."I know that honey. You are a good boy." Helen needed no asking. She fell to the boy's cock and sucked it into her mouth with an eagerness that surprised her. It tasted even better than Jimmy's."Oh wow, you're sucking me off, mommy!" Eric was careful to just pat his mother's head.Helen thought she must be going mad. But inside, she knew she had wanted to give her son as much pleasure as she wanted him to give her. She was so desperately in need of a hard cock. She didn't. "Nice you had one day off work," she told him. It was like being together with friends who had forgotten each other to some degree by being out of each other's presence. The more they stayed with each other, though, the more they felt at ease, felt comfortable and active.Rodney mentioned, something about how easy it would be to put up some paneling in her living room. The idea excited her imagination, but she didn't want to tell him to go ahead with it either. Maybe she'd move out of there. Cheers! ***** The weekends never lasted long enough. Monday morning felt a bit ominous as the weather was overcast and raining softly. Dr. Connie Hatcher put on her champagne coloured satin blouse, maroon dress skirt and black jacket. She smiled as she adjusted her garter belt and smoky nylon stockings. Then she put on her burgundy heels that were a fairly close to the same colour as her skirt. After getting dressed, made up, and having her morning coffee she grabbed her car keys and notes,.