" Thank you, Stephen Sweetie," Carly said coyly. "Does that feel good, what you're doing?" It feels really good, Mom. Especially good because you're h...ere with me." Stephen gave himself deliberate, firm strokes as he had done when he did this for her before. Carly ran a finger over her freshly shaved slit and felt moisture beginning to form."I'm so glad I am, Stephen. And your ... your cock looks ... wonderful. Your cock ... looks wonderful. It's kind of hard for me to say that to you." Stephen. She would hold my hand or touch my arm but is she glanced at myface she would unconsciously move her hand away. We went downstairswithout me changing clothes. In the living room, as we called it now, Isat on the dog pillow in the corner so she wouldn't have to see my face.She sat near me on the couch and reach a arm over and scratched my backas she watch the morning news. I'm sure she felt bad that I was on thefloor for her sake but she seemed to be trying to make it up to me withtouch then. ” I requested her.“Its 5 am anybody may wake up” She replied with a naughty smile.“No one will wake up before 6:30. We have one and half hour” I replied.She came over me and was rubbing her pussy on my cock and started teasing me with a naughty and erotic smile on her face. I took my penis and guided it into her love hole. She closed her eyes and moaned crushing her left boob with her left hand. She started moving up and down and her boobs were jumping along with the mangal sutra. I was a damn. "That sounded about right. From what I heard from others, Fay did go tocommunity college and wound up working as a high school math teacher."I credit my dad into pushing me into the computer field," I said. "Ifound my passion very early on."I looked up to the band playing on the stage. The lead singer with theguitar was a young guy surrounded by older men playing various jazzinstruments. He looked familiar. I just couldn't figure out where I knewhim from. Was he in our school? As he was.