This was her responsibility. After all, Alex was her son, not his.Alex was in his pajamas, looking sleepy-eyed with a bad case of bedhead. Cheryl gree...ed him in her usual upbeat manner, “Good morning, my little man. How did you sleep?”“Pretty good, I guess,” Alex replied in between yawns.Cheryl took out his cereal and the milk and put them on the table with a glass of orange juice. She tried to straighten his hair with her fingers as he started to eat. She soon gave up, got a cup of coffee and. “But after breakfast I think.”We didn’t try it after breakfast, we waited until that night before christening Mandy’s new toy. I have to say it was fun and I enjoyed it. But when loving Mandy I always preferred it to be just me and her, our fingers, our tongues, nothing artificial.We settled into domestic life together easily. We made plans for a simple wedding, Mandy had no family to invite and I had only John so a big do would have been silly.About three months later we were gathered in the. I especially realized that I was just never happy. So I thought about it, and I decided if I wasn't happy with my life the way it was, I should try living a different way."I loved him so much, and I realized I hadn't been showing it. I wanted to make him happy and I wasn't, and I wasn't making myself happy either. So I convinced him to meet me, and I offered myself to him as his complete slave. I would do anything that he wanted." I can't believe you did that!" cried Becky. "How could you want. ” His smoky deep voice uttered as he takes your juice-moistened hand and licks your fingers clean. You can hear the red-haired woman still breathless behind you, as you look up at his noble face. He smiles and you see a glint in his eye before he guides your head down onto his lap and you take his swollen manhood in your mouth, and suck hard on him, taking him deep to the back of your throat and you feel a tremble of pleasure rock your knees.It feels so wrong to be doing this, but the lust.