My dress is made of some magic fabric because I gave it a shake, slipped it over my head, zipped it up and smoothed it with my hands and it looked rem...arkedly decent. I slung my bag over my arm, picked up my shoes and tip-toed towards the front door. Just before I turned the handle I heard the clank of pipes which told me the shower had been shut off.I slipped out the door, shoes in hand, and went straight to the bank of elevators at the end of the hall. I raced past several doors but didn't. Joey moved down so that his mouth could suckle on his mom’s nipples. The youngster’s hips humped his hard-on through her pubic hair in a search for his place of origin. This prompted Jenny to raise her knees to guide her son home as her back arched to angle her dripping cove for his harpoon to thrust in.The plum colored head of Joey’s spear, a match for the fading sunset, pushed through the portals of his mom’s secret petals, the bay of birth was private no longer, as the perfect heir pierced. I roll over on my back bring her with me, she straddles me put her hands on my shoulders and starts moving up and down my shaft, I start thrusting up faster Jenny again arches her back throws her head back then starts to shake and shutter, moaning then opens her mouth wide as to scream but no sound come out. All this time I thrusting up into her hard, then she stops moving up or down, she starts to tremble and shake all over lets out a loud moan and falls to my chest. We lay there breathing. ”“Good. That will make it easier when you are gone.”“What do you mean?”“I don’t really want to get involved with anyone else at this point.”This was sounding familiar.“Why? Joyce, I’m not objecting, I’m just curious.”“You know I’ve dated, right?”“Yeah, you’ve said that.”“Well, I need to admit that I’ve had sex with another guy twice since we first did it.”That was a revelation, but it didn’t bother me the same way it had when I thought Jennifer had done it. I wondered what that meant, but I had.