M. I stepped through into the vestibule leading into my mother's bedroom. The lights were dimmed but I could see her clearly from the side. What a vis...ion of lust she was. She was lying on the bed propped up by pillows, dressed in a black satin slip, sheer black seamed stockings, four-inch patent leather, spiked-heeled pumps, and busily working a six-inch, soft plastic, penis shaped dildo in and out of her cunt. The slip was hiked up and I could clearly see her black satin garter belt framing. I could see it pointing out under her pyjama.Some moments later she woke up so I put my hand on her belly under her shirt feeling her smooth skin…So I pushed my hand a little bit down just to slip under the edge of her trousers and panties… mmm how much I love that feeling when my fingers touch her grown back hair at the side of her TRIMMED pussy…After that my hand didn’t get lower but instead rised up till the curve of her TINY tits… I love stopping my hand there and feeling my wife so. The good doctor left me alone. I knew I’d likely be visited again, maybe by Penelope, or maybe both of the women, but I wouldn’t talk to them, not about anything meaningful. I was done with them.“Oh boy, he isn’t hurt, he’s crushed. We’ve got to talk to our daughter, his daughter. We’ve got to do something; and I will be damned if I have a clue what,” said Grant.“Grant, it’s her wedding. I can’t tell her what to do. We can talk to her, maybe get her to go see him, talk to him; but if he is. " His eyes suddenly shot to me, and he got a wild grin. I suspected what was coming. Alexander's body sauce gave him the idea.Scooping up a dollop of butter on one finger and a little jelly on another, Tyler got up from his chair and threw a leg over my lap to straddle me face to face."You aren't," I told him.With an impish grin, Tyler smoothed butter on both my nipples, then jelly. Then he presented me each of his fingers to suck clean, which I did chuckling at first, but then getting turned.