A week after Bobby left to get set up in his dorm room, Lynn called me over wanting me to help her move some furniture. I wondered about Lance to myse...lf, I mean, where was he? Isn't that what he is there for? Nonetheless, I gladly went over, thinking I had another chance to lust for her flesh; I left primping myself as I went.I arrived at the front of the house but got no answer from ringing the doorbell. I went around the house to find Lynn out by the pool sunbathing in a teeny red bathing. Back. Thank you." Keith was trying to answer the question at the same time he was pumping stream after stream of cum into his mother's mouth.The waiter smirked a little and set the food down and left, looking over his shoulder briefly as he walked to the next guest table. Keith gave his mother the "all clear" and she crawled back into her seat, laughing uncontrollably at hearing her son try to talk during an orgasm."That's not funny, mom. Do you know how fucking hard it is to carry on a. .. well, they don't think she'll be capable of independent living, even if she can stay off the booze." Poor Tom!" Poor Tom, indeed! He'd be better off out of there anyway, if I had anywhere to place him." No foster places?" Not a one. I'd want to be pretty careful who he went to, anyway. Who'd be a social worker?" Er ... you?" Very funny. I thought I wanted to work with suffering humanity, but it often seems that most of the suffering is my own." Poor John." I was just trying to find the. “Paul do you want some?”“No Erin, but I would love to leave some in either you or Blossom.”With that Erin and Blossom moved their hips next to each other with their faces still buried in the Strawberry Patch. I moved behind them and slid into Erin for a few strokes and then into Blossom for a few. Soon both women were moaning into their wife’s creamy pussy. Then, like so many times before, I groaned and came inside Blossom. I pulled out and pushed into Erin squirting once outside her pussy.