He had always worn t-shirts when he had worked out and baggy shorts. He had a hard body but wasn't one to show his body off like other men that worke... out. Now I saw his smooth hairless muscular chest with large nipples. “Don't be scarred Joan.” He had said to me come lay beside me. I had walked over to the large bed kicking off my slippers before getting on the bed and laying beside Paul. He rolled over on his side and I followed suit laying on my side. He ran his large hands through my. Peter it's me. Please... Peter you have to come home. The doctors... Peter he's asking for you, there's not much time. Come home, Peter."The tape hissed a few seconds until a warbling beep signaled the end of the message.'Got to get voice mail soon.' he thought 'Damn machine is about to give up.' Anything to keep the import of his mother's plaintive message from his thoughts.Seven years. Seven years since he had set foot in his parent's home, the house he grew up in. Memories assaulted his. Mom was enjoying a lot by moaning in the blanket like hoooof, eeeeeemm, ooouuccchh.I increased the speed with all the enjoyment fingering my mom was like dream come true for me. The thing that excites me is even she is also enjoying this now. I was trying to stimulate her G-spot by holding in between my two fingers while sliding inside the pussy. This made her go crazy, it was new to her that fingers other than hers were sliding inside her pussy. Mom was lifting her hips and responding to my. As he seemed to get upset talking about this, I put my hand on his shoulder and he put his hand over mine. He held it there for a while and I began to feel awkward. I excused myself to call my wife on the bar phone. I hadn't got back to my car yet where my phone was. I told her about meeting a new friend and that I would be late. She said OK and that she wasn't going to wait up for me. As I got back to the table, Tony was just getting back too. For the first time through those tight jeans, I.