I let her cry for a bit and then said, “I thought you said you were going to explain”. She looked a mess, her hair matted and tangled and her clot...es wrinkled after these two days, looked like she slept in a homeless shelter. She stammered saying, “I don’t know what to say. It just became a habit, I needed sex”. I glared at her and said, “Well, it wasn’t a habit with me, you never gave me a chance to show you how much I loved you. You never asked me for the sex you seemed to crave”. Again,. By noon I had the images attached to emails and off to the agents. I fixed myself a bag-o-salad for lunch. I was one of those people destined to graze at least one meal a day for the rest of my life. It was doable only because it had been a habit since I was sixteen and realized that guys liked big boobs but not bellys. The baby fat was banished that summer never to return.The one pm call from one of the absent agents wasn't unexpected. "Yes, this is Marsha at the Realty company. I was out. " "Have you ever made them cum?" 1 slid my hand just a little higher; Wendy was trembling a little, swallowing repeatedly. Her face was flushed, and she appeared embarrassed, tense, and excited. Her nipples were hard little eraser points against her tight tank top. I shifted her a bit on my lap, just in case she was forgetting my big boner beneath her, and noticed a slightly darker shade on her panties between her legs. It was dark and obviously coming from the moisture seeping through her. SUCK MOMMY... I LOVE THIS, SON... I LOVE THIS..."After ten minutes she realized that her son needed a rest; his mouth could be aching. So, she pulled his mouth away."Thank you, Ben. Rest your mouth. Let me use my mouth now."Rachel made her son lie back across the bed and pushed him a bit more onto the bed. She stood between his legs. She saw his cock lifting up the brief and standing erect. The transparent fabric with its multitude of holes gave a good view of his cock. It was long, it was.