“Sex? You could get that elsewhere. Great sex, even. Heck, I hear Jorge is pretty competent and he has high marks from Cindi, which says something. ...ou even admitted he’s your fantasy lover. And there would be others, I’m sure, if you looked. Emotional support? You think you can provide your own support, because you feel you always have, even though the rest of us might disagree. Or if you HAVE needed us, now that you feel you’ve ‘arrived’ you can safely dispense with us, like a used surgical. They both came near me. I started stroking both the cocks, while changing my mouth from one to the other. I slowly got up and sat on the edge while stroking their cocks. My son started squeezing my tits, and Arjun followed, with one nipple with each of them.At first, they were very close to me. Then I pushed them a little further. Meanwhile, Arjun started fingering my pussy, while I stroked both their cooks. Next, I put some oil on my son’s cock and stroked it for a while. I stood up and bent. Over and over. Something inside me was building. I began to crave speed as much as Bryce did."Imgonnadoit!" He suddenly yelled. "Imgonnadoit! Imgonnadoit! Arrrggggghhhhh!" He sat up and pulled my hips as if he could shove through them. Then he leaned his head down and sucked my nipples desperately. He mewed a little and then he fell back of the bed, pulling me down with him.I found myself panting but not 'there'. It did feel good but there was more and I wanted it.I leaned forward and re-tied. ”“What do you think, Connie? Are you cut out for a life of crime?”“I don’t see why not. Carol, can you help me do some baking this afternoon? We’ll pretend we’re Thelma and Louise.”“I don’t know how to bake,” Carol said.“Then it’s time you learn. It’s a very useful skill.”“So, my fellow conspirators, what is the next step?” David asked.“I call the Finches and arrange a time to talk,” Jake said.“Do you want to use my phone?”“No, Granddad. I think we’ll find a payphone. They would be able to tell.