My dick sprang into view, already half hard and she gasped. "Fuck."It wasn't the first time I'd heard that reaction from a woman's lips, but it always...made me glow inside. I pinched my nose and announced, "Mrs. Renwick, please proceed to gate sixty-nine. Your orgasm is scheduled for departure."She giggled, flopped to her back but I noticed her eyes never left my bobbing cock as I clambered onto the bed and knelt alongside her. She hungrily reached out and enclosed me in her fingers. "Fuck," she. As the kiss broke she found herself shifting around in front of him. She clung to his leg, laying her head upon his lap as he continued to stroke her hair. Veronica’s heart slowed as the kiss faded and the petting calmed her. That is until she became aware of the subtle pressure below. Somehow as she had turned to face him, she had straddled his right foot. The ankle passing between her thighs seemed innocuous as she embraced him. However, the flame of her arousal burned within and she. Thunderous clouds hung heavy in the morning sky, the heavens using their own tears to merge with those of the congregation. The woman stood close to him, almost side by side. He instantly recognised his Foster Mother – a tall, robust woman he’d not spoken to in years… not since he’d left home under the blackest of clouds. Her strict Catholic beliefs had always gotten in the way of their relationship – his school days had been a living nightmare – but he’d never forget the day she banished him. Meridee captured all of it. ‘I really loved what you just did, but it isn’t going to make any babies,’ Bob told her. ‘This isn’t the last time. We can make babies anytime. I just had to taste your juice again. Don’t be mad, please daddy.’ ‘How can I be mad awakening to a superior blow job? I loved every minute of it. I’m the slave here. If you want to suck it instead of fuck it, I must obey.’ ‘Oh daddy, you’re not our slave. You’re our stud. Every good ranch has a stud and you are the number.