”“OK. Let’s put the groceries away.”We did and Jessica noted that we didn’t buy eggs.“Ask Kara about that,” I said with a wry smile.“C...all the farm and let them know we’re here and that you’ll be over to get eggs,” Kara smirked.I went back to the phone and dialed the number. Bill Junior, answered and after I told him who I was, and what I wanted, he said to come over, and that I should talk to his mom about having everyone over for dinner. I told him I’d be there in fifteen minutes.“I’ll ride. She held my face tight to her pubic mound and moaned, “Oh yes Ronnie, that’s it lick your mommy, make me cum, eat Daddy’s cum.” I didn’t mind the wet hair or the strong smell or any of that; I just wanted to lick my mom’s pussy again. “I’m cummmmmming baby boy!” She almost fell but I held her tight and pressed her back against the counter. Her housedress covered my head and her thighs were wide open. My knees hurt as she jerked and climaxed into my mouth. I wanted to tell her to pee on my. "Wow, it must be two weeks since the last time we were together like this," Jenny mused. "And I've got a nice big load of cum all saved up for you," he added. She giggled again. "I'm used to that," she teased, as she leaned back, propped on her elbows. "Just don't get all used up so you have nothing left for tonight." Jenny put her red-and-white tennies on the edge of the desk, her feet about shoulder-width apart. Then she spread her knees wide to the sides, fanning out the white. In my absence she went back to doing her college stuff during the day, going to festivals with her old friends, getting back into the alternative rock scene, buying concert tickets, punk clothes, and most of all spending money she didn’t have. I knew it was making her happier, not having a job is a drain, but when I would find her interviews for office work jobs she would blow them off and complain. Finally they almost repossessed her car and I had to blow a bunch of money I saved for us to get.