I am really sorry.” The real problem with agency work is that you just don’t know how long it will last. But this was the least notice I had ever ...had. Problem is, if you want to stay sweet with the agency, you can’t afford to get stroppy. “Oh,” I said, trying to stay under control. “That’s a shame. I hope this isn’t a reflection on the quality of my work.” “Not at all. I’d be happy to give you a reference. It’s just… It’s just the money.” “I see.” The conversation stammered on for a minute, and. It is understandable when you become besieged with feelings after you have just cum so hard and so much in such a fleeting time. Now stand here and compose yourself while I get our food.”He brings plates of quiche and salad to the table along with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Then he pulls out Emma’s chair for her, and she sees something attached to the seat. She stares at Donald, somewhat understanding what it is, but somewhat confused.“Emma, you have done so well with the finger play,. Then they leaned onto it, but we couldn't see anything."Hey, where did your moms go?" Josh asked."I have no idea, Dad," Joe answered.Even as they started talking, London and I kept sucking on son's dicks like popsicles."That's weird, I could have sworn they came in here," Josh mentioned."Well, Dad, you've been watching football nonstop, they could have walked past you." I guess you're right, oh, by the way, Joe, whatever happened with that woman you saw a couple of months ago, in the. Then I slept. Next morning, as usual, I woke up late.It felt like last night was a dream. But that’s when I started feeling wet in my pant. My underwear was full of white fluid. That was more than enough to prove that I actually dry humped mom last night. I took a bath and came down. I didn’t hug her. I didn’t want to talk to her. It felt awkward.But anyways I had to talk to her when she asks about the cum stain on my undies. But to my surprise, she didn’t. She put the clothes in the washing.