Yes, I was happy. More than I had been for a long time.I was just pondering if I should make another cuppa when he opened his eyes.“Good morning.”...I smiled down on him, wanted to reach out and touch him. I rose my hand, checked myself. Instead I pushed a strand of my long black hair – still an untidy mess- behind my ear. “Good morning, feeling better?” Grinning I nodded. “Much better. All I need now is a shower, food and a fag.” He laughed softly, sat up as well. “Back from the brink of. She took pleasure in looking at his awesome tool, while slowly wanking it, pulling the foreskin back to reveal his large pink helmet. It wasn't an overly long cock, but very thick, and she was fascinated by his very large balls, which she cupped and weighed in her hand while she carried on wanking with the other hand.Pre-cum was forming at the end, and Liz naturally put her tongue out to lap it up. With the taste of his pre-cum in her mouth she then started to work on licking his heavy. ‘Then would you do me the honor of dining with me?’ Martin asked. ‘There’s a fine restaurant that serves wonderful hamburgers right over there under those golden arches.’ ‘Well…ah…I don’t…OK,’ Ann stammered. She couldn’t help herself and a smile formed on her face. While they ate, Ann found that Martin was very easy to talk to. She talked about some of her life, and a little about herself, but she avoiding mentioning the mess she was in and a very large and painful part of her history. Martin. And again. And again. He built his speed steadily. His mother grunted, moving her hips into his. The couch squeaked with the movement. He watched her tits bouncing beneath her nightie. He could hear the familiar ‘thwap!’ of his sack hitting her bum. She grabbed hold of his head and shoulders. She racked her nails down his back and he moaned softly, eyes closed. He speared her harder. Her thighs pressed against his body. He began to pant. She was so tight, so wet. “I love fucking you!” He.