I hear a car pull in our driveway,and I am happy that my son Tommy came home before midnight. I hear him come in the house, take a shower, then it is ...quiet. I read my magazine for a few more minutes, then Tommy appears in the doorway and says "Mom, is it okay if I come in and talk with you for a while?" I reply "Sure Tommy, but be quiet. Your father is sleeping." He walks over to the bed and begins to sit down, but I say "Tommy stop! You will get the bed all wet! Take off the towel you have. I am in awe of the sight of your cock, rock hard. My clit begins to throb at the sight of it. I want it so badly. You lightly stroke it, rubbing your fingers over the head. I lick my lips in anticipating of sucking it. But you have other plans for now. You kneel down and plant kisses on my inner thighs, slowly making your way up to my pussy lips. You lick the crescent where the lips meet and gently part the lips with your tongue. I moan in ecstasy and beg you to stop teasing me. But you. He asked if he could sit down as he bought Lori and me a drink. We were both a little cautious at first as I think he knew something wasn’t right about us being here. I had a feeling that he had experience on hitting on some wives in the past and he knew we weren’t there to dance or to just hang out. We all talked for about twenty minutes when the conversation turned to why we were there. “I think I know why you’re here.” Mike said as he slid in even tighter next to Lori. I was stump on what. "I shall ride after the murdering scum. I expect they have made for Valenciennes." Shall I come with you?" I think it best you stay here. The girls may need you; in any event you will have to sign the death certificate."Krish looked at me with questioning eyes. "There is something else you want to tell me?" It was more of a statement than a question."Mimi, the pregnant girl, is carrying Woody's child. I can't bring myself to tell her that he is dead." And you want me to do it?" I nodded. "Well,.