Coffee was the next item on my agenda. I threw on my lounging pants and grabbed my robe. I smelled coffee when I left the bedroom. It looked like I wa...s alone in the house. The coffee was ready and I took a cup out to the patio. Donna came out just after I did and handed me a note.John, The girls and I have gone shopping. Don't expect us back until after dark. Enjoy your day.Love, Tamara"Did they say anything to you?" I asked."No. I offered to tag along but they told me to stay with you. By the. “I’m sorry, John,” my girlfriend sniffed. “I don’t know why, but I can’t do it.”“It’s okay, Katie,” I assured her. I was disappointed, but only a selfish jerk would insist on continuing when the girl asks him to stop. “We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”“Thanks,” she sighed. “I almost stopped you when you first started licking me back there, but it actually felt really good. I guess I’m weirded out by the idea that you might touch or taste my poop.”“I didn’t taste anything. " He cried throwing hisarms round her neck and kissing her face. Martha's arms encircled himand hugged him tightly to her breasts kissing him on his cheek. Suddenlytheir lips met and for several moments the kiss was much more intensethan a mother and son kiss should be. Their passions became suddenlyinflamed and when she felt his hard cock pressing against her stomachshe impulsively thrust her tongue deeply into his mouth.They separated gasping for breath. "Oh darling, we mustn't do this,". I think it would be lovely if Kenny had an opportunity to meet some of the young people at the club, the ones from the better families. Do you want me to arrange that with Hans, Kenny?" Mrs. Parsons sounded a little strange when she was talking about the better families. As far as I remembered, she had never made any mention of who she might consider being better to me. I knew I didn't qualify as being someone from a better family. As far as I knew, I didn't really have any family. She had.