I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Becky, come here and sit down here for a minute I want to talk to you." I patted the sofa next to me."Uh… okay…... what’s the matter?“ she said, sitting down and looking worried.“Becky, this is going to sound strange and I can’t even believe it’s happening either. But we spent all night last night talking and working with each other. And then you came home and we have had really amazing sex. I have had a wonderful time with you,” I started talking.“I’ve had a. As we were finishing the dishes, I said, "You know I did not use those rubbers. I would sure like to fuck you tonight." John Smith! If you are going to talk to your mother like that, you can just get out!" she shouted. "You are not to talk to me like that! Get the hell out of my house right now!" She picked up a cast iron frying pan and threatened me with it. I quickly went to the door. I turned back to see if she might change her mind. "Get out, I said," she shouted, still brandishing. He squeezed them as she undid his pants. They broke apart long enough to get undressed. She grabbed his dick as soon as it popped out of his boxers. She swallowed his nine inch cock with practiced grace. He slid back into the seat as she worked her mouth up and down the length of his dick. He held her by the hair as he fucked her face. She relaxed and let him enjoy himself. MIchael had noticed them on the back seat and had joined them. Although he hadn’t stepped onto the court he wasn’t going. Scott felt a bit nervous when he looked over at her. He had never been alone with Elinor like this before.“Ehm… Want to watch some TV?” Elinor also felt a bit nervous and thought that it might help both of them relax a bit.“Sure.” Scott walked over and sat down a few feet away from Elinor on the bed."I think Jillian's Island is on," Elinor said and flipped through the channels.The show followed three married couples in the 1960's who went on a boat trip and got beached on an island.“Oh, you.