Davey, being a year older, ran down the stairs first, reclaiming his corner of the couch. Kip was right behind him, and when they both were settled, I... started the movie back up. While the boys were getting ready for bed, Molly and I cleaned up the spilled popcorn and carried the dirty dishes and glasses into the kitchen. Molly rinsed everything off, and I took a dishcloth and wiped down the coffee table in the family room. When the boys came back down, Molly and I sat back down on the floor,. But all that had changed as her son had moved to Long Island to a place of his own, leaving no naughty literature to peruse for self-abuse. Now she was even more frustrated and the vibrator had quit working several weeks ago. But a plan began to form in the back of her mind.David was in his late twenties, but unattached, his engagement of a the past year having collapsed and none others had been serious, even though he did date. He, like his parents, had most certainly engaged in pre-marital. A pendant nestled between her breasts and Angela's fingers absently stroked it.“Who gave you the amulet?” I asked. My words came out as an accusation and I flushed. I couldn't help it. I did love her, despite Angela's assertion it was just a schoolgirl crush.Angela's eyes tightened.“I'm not trying to start a fight,” I said, holding out my hands. “It came out wrong.” I swallowed. “Was it Kevin?”Her fingers clenched about the garnet pendant at the mention of her boyfriend. “No.”“Oh, okay.” I. “Christina, you made our little girl explode.”“Yes!” moaned Mrs. Morris as she bucked back into my strokes. “Oh, this is great. Amazing! Yes!”I slammed to the hilt in her. She gasped. Her pussy juices gushed out around the dildo and bathed my crotch with her passion. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful delight of her splashing my pussy with hot juices. I buried into her, my clit bursting with sparks.I joined her.“Mrs. Morris!” I howled.“Yes, yes, cum!” Britney moaned, still shuddering through.