.. BEEN... with her OWN SON?! That was... LUDICROUS! Even for this bizarre family!"Hi, sweetcheeks!"Fannie turned to see her husband sitting in the co...rner. A blonde woman was there with him, wearing only a set of panties, sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck, grinding her ass at his crotch."Hi, I'm Annie Layton," the blonde said cheerfully. "Is this your hubby? You lucky cunt! He's yummy!"This was just... too much.Fannie looked over at Denise. The woman was leaning on one elbow on the. Our eyes locked together our lips eager to touch, to say good morning.The kisses so soft and sweet at first became deeper and longer. Our hands began toexplore our bodies, mine cupping her ass, kneading and squeezing the full round globes. Hers along my chest, rubbing my small nipples. She delights in making them hard,licking kissing them. Taking her hand we walk to the couch sitting side by side. My arm around her shoulder her head resting on my chest.Soothing comfort is some times so simple.. She had been married for six years to some guy from Missouri, but they had divorced shortly after her 28th birthday. He had been a big enough asshole to have her served at her birthday party.From what I was told, when the process server knocked on the door and asked for Renee, she thought he was a stripper for her party. Terry told me that they had just quit getting along and he'd decided to divorce her. I found it funny that he didn't threaten to de-nut me if I tried to get into her laundry.I. Definitely an afterthought in this plane, and I was replacing it soon. “Dial the whole number, you don’t need the one in front, then push that green button. It should go through. If not, try again.”“Hi, Daddy. (Pause.) I have no idea. In the air over somewhere. No, someone elses. You were right about Fred. It took almost a year, but you were right. (Pause.) Another woman. He wanted me to meet her. (Pause.) I told you, I don’t know. I told Fred to leave me alone then I stood there, pissed,.