I’m not about to retreat now that I’m finally sober. Well...” she hesitated, moaning again, “almost. I’m not quite fully recovered, yet.”�...��You go, Nekko and Trebble,” Meg insisted. “Don’t let Mom slide!”“You may want to work on your patter over the next few days,” Abe suggested. “This sounds like a lot to convey to a skeptical audience. Your main problem isn’t winning them over, it’s doing it quickly—which you’ve resolved through a combination of threats, promises, treaties and respect. Trying. I lay in bed several minutes reliving every sensuous moment of the previous night trying to convince myself that it had not been an elaborate fantasy that I put over on myself. When I realized what time it was, though, I jolted out of bed and dashed to the bathroom for a shower and shave. Saturday is a busy day in the real estate industry and I had an open house scheduled at one of my listings in less than an hour.In the bathroom my mirror had been decorated with lipstick. A curly border had. I then scrambled to my hands and knees and offered myself up to my studly lover. No sooner was I in position that he stood over me, the tip of his member pressing against my lower lips. He paused for a second, then jerked forward, forcing himself into me. Deeper and deeper the member travelled until every inch of it had been swallowed up. It stayed buried within me for a second before the pounding began. I felt his hot breath against my neck. His purring filled my ears. Moans shot past my lips. "Just keep an eye on mom," she whispered. In the next instant, I felt Kris fumbling with the zipper on my shorts, finally reaching in and drawing out my rapidly stiffening member. The moment I felt the slightly cooler air bathing my prick, it stiffened to a rock hard status that would have been next to impossible to get back inside my shorts again the way we were sitting. And though this too added to my nervousness, it escalated my excitement even more as she sat there fondling my dick, playing.