Connie had gone out the first two nights after her divorce was final, and both times went to bed with the first men she had met in a bar near the offi...e where she was employed. That had been four years ago, and to her amazement, now felt her body responding to the feeling of a man holding her, even if the man was her teenage son. Her crying had stopped, but she was now afraid to step away from her son, knowing her robe was open, and more dangerous was the fact she felt her son's erection was. Jenna and Sara's eyes filled with tears and Becky's went wide as her smile matched her aunties. The little one declared herself Prue's official welcoming committee, and quickly closed the distance between her and Prue, running with her arms wide open and squealing, "Auntie Prue, Auntie Prue!"The cute Kiwi kneeled down and then happily scooped up the wiggling, giggling bundle and hugged her tightly. As Sara had been before, Prue was rewarded with tiny toddler kisses and warm hugs from her. ” I took a turn admiring him. His body was awe-inspiring; not too thin, healthy, and covered in perfect, creamy skin. His long cock was thick and ready, and I watched my trembling finger reach out and gently flick it. It bounced up and down, the weight of his girth exaggerated by my touch. I couldn’t help but to giggle. “All this time … I thought you were stuffing the front of your Wrangler’s with a sock.” “There’s no room in my jeans for a sock,” he said through a cocky grin. “I guess not,” I. Without kids. In few days we got closer to each other. One day she invited me for lunch. She was alone at home her mother had gone to Delhi. As I reached her place, I rang the bell and there she came. She was looking damn sexy. I entered the house and we sat on the sofa.Let me first describe her. She was fair, she had a lovely figure. Her boobs were 38 and she had a flat tummy. She had a round bubble but. She had pink lips. Her lower lip was a bit bigger and she had a mole on left side of her.