“Morning, Mom!” I heard her say, followed by some quieter chit-chat. She was giving me time to get my goddamned pants on.With no desire to be cau...ght naked by my own mother, I quickly grabbed my trousers and slid into them. On instinct I went to grab a shirt, before I remembered that my trousers were literally all I had been wearing for days. My dangly bits suitably covered, I headed off to the little bathroom to take care of some morning business.Now, I’ve woken up a few times in. How was your day sweetie? I ask as I begin to undress him. He begins to tell me about his day but I am lost to him already. Pulling his dress shirt off his broad strong shoulders sends goose bumps running up my arms and out to my nipples, making them hard and very sensitive. I can already feel his slightly hairy chest against my aching nipples as I casually discard the garment onto the chair near the window. Uh huh, I say as I begin to loosen his belt, completely oblivious to his words. When. She relaxed a bit and i was now entering my tongue and finger together cleaning her cum clean by drinking it she loved it and gave flying kiss in 69 position. Moaning ahhhhhhhhh…………………She spread her legs wideee and said she had best clit lick ever… And took me in her arms with my dick filled saliva touching the cummmed pussy….It was such a wet filled scene…And we were teasing our male and female organs looking each other in lust holding our heads with sex thirst and breathing in missionary. Ohhh. Ohhh. Ohhh. Pathetic. So, to the letter: Dear Cummy Cunny,For the past five years, my life has been blissful and all because of Trevor. He is my night, my day, my sun, my moon, my stars, my firmament. He is my morning and my evening, my waking and my sleep, my (no, that's quite enough, any more of that and I'm going to vomit; babble, babble, nonsense, nonsense, sickening shit, ahhh). He is an Interphase Production Facilitator with a well-known national Resource Interruption Specialist..