By the time I'd dried, with a moth-eaten piece of cloth that barely had enough terry loops left to be called a towel, my cock had gone down to about o...ne-third mast, and as long as I didn't think about pubic hair, as long as I didn't flex the muscles... Mom was in bed, flat on her back, her arms outside the threadbare cover, nearly asleep, when I came back into the room. She rolled her head in my direction. "What took you so long?" she said.I must have blushed from head to foot; fortunately, the. I mean she still had her key, but ... I answered the buzz.“You’ve got a key,” I said.“I just wasn’t, well, sure,” she said.“Marian, we both have a lot of downsides. Me way more than you; I mean if one gets down to it. I’m in the position of actually needing to take a chance, but on you not the others. I don’t hate them; get that. But I don’t give a shit about them either; well, except for Candace and maybe Bea,” I said.“I understand. You do have a case to make. Truthfully though, I hope that. It seemed that my divine wishes tended to become fact at times without even my conscious exercise of my will, and one of my wishes seemed to be a lot of fecundity among the ladies.I banged the hell out of Jessica’s sweet tush for several more minutes while she gushed repeatedly and drove Khaira to new heights of Sapphic bliss with her enthusiastic oral services. We fucked with an ardor that was normal for me now, but still relatively new to Jess, not that she minded in the least. On the. She was in two piece pajamas and me only in boxers, I told her from the start that I sleep in them.It was late into the night and after two glasses of wine. She had a weak head for alcohol. I was thinking that it’s time to have some benefits of her staying here for free and all the stuff I bought her. She wasn’t too good at cooking and cleaning. I lowered my boxers, took her hand and put it on my penis. She wasn’t expecting that, I was more than twice older than her. She was sitting there.