She was on her knees, head over the toilet, when her margaritas made their exit. Each time she heaved, a little fart would make an escape, too. My coc... had drooped a little during all this activity, but watching her raise her ass, combined with the cute little pops from her butt, made ol’ fat boy stand at attention again. ….’Why not?’…I asked myself. I reached into the cabinet for the KY jelly.Chris groaned a slight protest when I slipped a slick finger into her rectum… then another. With my. I knew I turned off the light when I left, all of the laundry that needed to be washed was already finished which meant that my mother had no business down there except to see if I was home when my curfew came. Shaking my head I knew I was caught but I would think of that later, right now all I wanted was to remove the dull throbbing ache in my shorts. Crossing the dark kitchen, still glancing into the kitchen I noticed something move in the living room, probably Garfield, I thought. Grabbing. Setting the half empty pitcher in the corner, he removed the tube from its connection on the mask, and headed for the sprayer. The equipment that Mr. Dodds wheeled over to Mandy's motionless side appeared to be a common paint sprayer, and was, except for minor modifications to the spray-gun. It was a contractor type, with one hose to the air compressor, and one that dipped into the paint bucket. In this case, however, the label on the five gallon bucket read: ACME 1 Part Latex. Mum's death had resulted in my not going to University, and now it was obvious that Dad was not going to be around for much longer. A series of strokes had left him immobile. He was in a Nursing Home and getting the best of care. I would see him every day after work, and Bob would also go and see him during the day. It was no surprise when the Home's manager phoned me and suggested I come and see dad that day. They doubted he would last until the evening. I told Bob who instructed me to forget.
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