"Great" I enthused "Let's go then!" and we walked across the car park to her small ancient little sports car. The top was down; it was ideal for a day... like today. She tossed her sandwiches in the back and clambered in. It was a pity she wasn't wearing a short skirt; it would have been a super view!I jumped in beside her and we roared off, her long dark hair flying out behind her. It was only minutes before we reached the deserted house and she confidently parked the car on the verge near the. It was so rude to come home when he did, just as I was about to be fucked by my son’s super-dick.“I hope you ate at the club, the kitchen is closed until dinnertime?” I said, restarting my self-abusement.He may not have heard me, as the sound of the shower started up. I wish I had a dildo in the house, he would love to watch me really abuse myself. I may just go shopping for one.Anyhow, I quickly got myself off having a shallow and a deep orgasm, all while I was thinking of my son with his red. I KNEW all along that you'd never want to hurt Steven, butfor a while I thought you were all to blame. The fact is that Stevenseems to be somewhat emotionally distraught and I've failed to see it.The first thing I'm going to do is tell his father that Steven needs abreak from visiting him for a couple of weeks, which will allow me tolook further into the problem. I hope you'll accept my apology Wendy."Her words might have made sense, but I was panicking and I screamed outthat I didn't want my. I suggested she park a breakfast wagon on the site, until they had it up and running. She and Jack liked the idea. There was a truck in the parking lot the next morning.I bought an adult egg on a bagel sandwich from the truck that very morning. Even so I rode to the mall, where it was warm, to eat it. It wasn't Kosher to sit in their food court with Helen's sandwich, but I just couldn't eat in the cold. I got asked by two different groups where I got the bagel sandwich. I explained about Helen..