Okay?" Roger asked after he sobered his expression. He was seeking reassurance that the impression he got of her feelings was the correct one."I'm won...derful," Miranda said dreamily, "and everything is... wonderful." She said confirming that she did not think last night was a mistake. Miranda reached her hand over Julie's stomach and grasped his. Roger brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it tenderly."I love you." Roger said."I love you," Miranda replied.Another thought occurred to Roger,. I was afraid brother and sister would be home and glanced at the clock…we still had time for our lesson. I stroked his cock which was big and stiff, the tip wet, I looked at him and he had this big smile. “That feels good Mom” he said. “Keep doing that.” I stroked him more, cupped his balls, holding his balls, stroking and then reached down for a kiss and lick. I licked the base of his cock; his hands touched my ears and I began to suck him. “Mom,” he said. “What?” I mumbled through my. Lyssa's a lovely woman, slim, about my height, with a girlish figure and a lightness of movement that always draws a second look from men.I've known Lyssa since we were roommates in college. We were instant friends when we met and have stayed so ever since. Despite my wildness in college and the trouble it inevitably caused her, Lyssa's always been there for me through thick and thin. Even eight years later she was still my best friend. It was only two days ago that she had finally confessed. "That doesn't matter, yes or no," he shouted at me as I fought to catch mybreath. Knowing that I didn't have a choice, I nodded my head, then criedas something hit the back of my head hard. Blackness mercifully took me asI fell at his feet.A pounding in my head woke me up, that and the smell of roses, roses, Isaid to myself as I slowly opened my eyes. Glancing around, I saw that Iwas in a bedroom. Pretty decent furniture, a walk in closet, ensuitebathroom, Harley posters on the walls, clearly.