“So, they’re both dead,” he said as his s****r continued to stroke his cock. “All we have is each other, Kyle,” she told him. “It was fate... that you came to my room tonight. I think this was meant to be.” He reached for her, stroking her cheek lovingly. “I want to think so,” he admitted. “Part of why I left home was you. I mean, the way I felt about you. You were always so beautiful. But you were twelve, and I was afraid…” She put two fingers on his lips, shushing him. “You thought you’d end up. His cock slowly bounced up and down with the rhythm of his pulse as he watched his mother undressing. How could his night that started so badly end up like this? Diane let her hands trail down her sides hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Shaking her hips they slid down her long elegant legs. She stepped out of her panties and using her right foot she hooked the toe of her high heel into them and kicked them up at her son. Eric couldn’t believe how incredibly sexy his mother. Eine Woche alleine zuhause. Eine ganze Woche sturmfrei und das Wetter war fantastisch. Es würde absolut geil werden!Sie ging in ihr Zimmer und holte ihren heimlichen Lieblingsbikini aus dem Schrank. Sie hatte ihn vor kurzem mit ihrer besten Freundin Hannah zusammen gekauft. Ihre Eltern wussten nichts davon und das war auch besser so. Sie waren nicht übermäßig streng, aber was Sex und Nacktheit anging waren sie sehr verklemmt. So sehr, dass Sarah nicht mit ihnen, sondern mit Hannah die. Other than that she basically did everything. She had started replacing the office staff with ones that fit in better with her style, though Bart noticed that they were all pretty women in their own rights. They were good workers, and very polite. Every one of them called Cindi either Miss Evans, or Ma'am, while still calling him Bart. That was okay with him, it made him seem more accessible to them, easier to date. And date them he did. By the fall, he had nailed each one of them, several.