Her breathing a bit more shallow, still giving it the zzzz's and nipples erect; i swapped one beautiful 36DD breast for the other in quick succession ...before rubbing inbetween the cleavage; i was using every ounce of willpower not to just burst into her supple vagina with my modest 9in cockEven in her sleep she talks; moaning softly and now writhing gently with her hips to the action of my palm rubbing her puss."Greg" she whispers!! Who the hell is Greg??? So in c***dish revenge I whisper back. Thank god for Canadians, I chuckled to myself, admiring the photos on the wall. Two girls - twins, by the look of them - and a son. And, of course, Mom and Dad, standing in the family portrait, with their arms proudly around each other.A perfect nuclear family. There’s nothing I enjoy playing with more.They were even having dinner together. I could’t believe it - the son must have been a high school senior, but he still sat at the table with everyone to eat. They turned to me in shock as I. It was accurate that he didn’t need to be at dinner with me every night. It just wasn’t the reason he didn’t want to come. He did not want to say he didn’t want to see me. That was fine with me. I didn’t want to see him either. I was angry as well. ‘The next night he had a different excuse. ‘‘I’m too tired. It can be such an ordeal over there. I want to get a good night’s sleep.’ ‘Again, completely accurate, but not the reason he didn’t want to come. ‘I didn’t bother to invite him the next. Did he regret last night?She quickly phoned Clarke who answered on the second ring."You're up early." She groaned inwardly, she hoped it would have gone to voicemail."Yes I couldn't really sleep, ok how was it?"He replied eagerly. "Tell me everything." Nearly everything." A mischievous grin spread across her face.She arrived at her apartment shortly after Clarke had interrogated her about the convention. She felt like a zombie as she walked into the kitchen. Her head was thumping from answering.