She also wasvery involved in the Leather community at the start but that too subsideduntil she quit that as well.About 7 years into it, Betty's best f...riend got really sick and Bettypretty much stopped all kinky things and such. She became a grand motherand that seemed to take over everything. We had bought a house togetherbut only because her parents helped us out. The last few years I seemedto bounce from job to job which also upset her greatly. There at the endof our relationship I longed for. When we met I somehow brought up the topic of cock sucking again and we talked and laughed a little and enjoyed the day. The whole time I was dreaming about sucking his cock. When we were leaving the restaurant, I found the nerve to asked, “Will you let me suck your cock?”Roy looked up at the sky and said, "Nooo…I don't think so.” Then a long pause and, “Maybe if I was real drunk." “So,” said I. “I’ll have to get you drunk?”“No,” Roy said, “I’m really not interested.”Bummer for me, right? Well. You can hold you step Mom two shirts. I love the fishnet." I said with a smile. Mrs Smith smiled. She was now standing only in a pair of small white shorts. Her breast sat high on her chest. She used her big nails on her small hands to hold them up. Each side of her breast ran over her hands dropping down the sides. I brought my big hands down under them to feel them. I started to run my hands all over them. "Does that hurt? No! Good. How about now. Good!" I said. I ran my hands down the sides.. “Lookit what I’m doing…” She continued to get undressed. “Bayy…” was all Dad got out before she raised her hand and silenced him temporarily. “No LOOK Den! Lookit what I’m doing! I’m taking my fucking clothes off in front of you and my boys!” I didn’t know how to feel for a moment. There was silence and then she took off her bra and started undoing her pants. “Chris is right. I’m doing it cause I’mma fucken slut and I want it. I want it all. I want your dick. I want our boy’s dicks! .