“Syd. Syd.” I was getting impatient. I couldn’t hold out too much longer. “Syd, I’m going to cum, baby!”“Do it, Bret, cum. Cum for me, h...ney. I want you to shoot that hot load of spunk on me.” Syd was stroking me even faster. She felt my cock start to throb and her eyes lit up.“Syd. Get ready,” I said. I grabbed her hair to hold onto as she took the first couple of shots in her mouth and let my cock shoot all over her face, chest, and corset.“Well, that was fun. I guess we’ll have to buy this. She seemed old and grandmotherly. Mike introduced himself andinquired about the system.The old woman smiled a radiant smile."It was my son's. I'd hate to sell it to some punk who's just going to getdrunk and beat on it."She pointed the way the other customer had gone. "Like him. I'm selling allof my son's stuff, and to me, it seems like I'm selling him too.Memories are funny things. They have a way of attaching themselves to objects.I find it hard to give up the memories, But ashes to ashes as. "You're trying to turn David gay," Kelly retorted. "You bitch." Kelly," Dani said, still in that even tone. "Cherie here is morebeautiful and exudes more sexuality in her little finger than you have inyour whole body. Dave has been around you long enough to know." "You bastard" Kelly shrieked, losing her little girl manner."I think your research is done. So please leave now. I think yourprofessor would be interested to learn of your approach to 'research'here." Cherie spoke in an. ”“Look, let’s just go and work that out later, ok? We’ll go to your house and you can make an overnight bag; just pack stuff for tomorrow, too.”She agreed and we picked up her stuff. When we got home, she called the hospital, got her mom’s room, and spoke to her. Mrs Roberts was doing ok and Denise told her that she was staying with me.For dinner, I had planned to take Aunt Helene out, so we made it a threesome and enjoyed a nice dinner together. After dinner, Denise got a call from Sarah Parr..