“Can I kiss you just once?” Jeanette asked. “Sure,” I replied. Then we kissed once. “Thank you. You know something, it's like kissing your m...m,” Jeanette said. “Oh you smart ass,” I replied. Then we both laughed for a minute. “So really what is the sex like with my mom?” I asked. “You are a curious and horny lady. You've seen us having sex before, didn't you get a good idea from that?” Jeanette asked. “Maybe,” I replied. “Well, it's a little different from how it was with us. She's bigger than. She had a matching pair of red lacy panties and a sheer matching bra. She was wearing white thigh high stockings. My dick was throbbing watching these two nearly naked medical people in my exam room. Amber moved over to me and grabbed my cock. She licked her bright red lips and sank to her knees. She licked me from my balls to the purple headed tip. As she moved her face back a strand of precum stretched from my dick to her wet lips. She snaked her tongue out and claimed the strand. “Amber. Phase two of my plan was quickly approaching; but I would take no joy in being right about this one. On September 18, 1970 Jimi Hendrix, one of Jack's favorite guitarists would die from a drug overdose. That night, before he went up to bed I asked him to stop in my room for a minute. When he came in I told him to sit on the bed."I've got some bad news that you have to know. Jimi Hendrix is going to die from a drug overdose tomorrow." When did you hear that?" He had not fully comprehended what I. “Will, I’m sorry. I have to go back to San Diego just for a couple of days. Maggie is coming up from Tucson to watch the house. She’ll be here around six tonight.”“Alright mom” Will said. He was fine with his cousin coming to watch him, ever since childhood he and Maggie had been like brother and sister, though she was the illegitimate daughter of an unknown Mexican man and Will’s aunt, their lack of a father figure allowed them to grow close in the first place. Will’s grandparents, of course,.