I never really cared if we had a dog after old Bunker died, but I surely hope this one sticks around." Old Bunker was my dog who had died two years ea...rlier and I never wanted another dog until now.I felt this ugly beast was a perfect replacement in all ways. Dog looked at home on our back porch, as if he had always rested there. We went in to eat breakfast. Afterward I gave Dog the meat scraps. He inhaled them and lay back down on the porch as I went back inside.As soon as I excused myself from. So she keeps playing with it jacking it, I just recline my seat and pull my shirt out my pants and unbutton. I tell her kiss my stomach while jacking it. She starts to lick and kiss my stomach and I tell her to keep doing that. I then take her hand off my dick and put it on my balls and I start jacking my dick slightly smacking her face at my stomach as I jack and she kisses my stomach. I then start to rub my dick on her face and up to her mouth. Then I feel a lil tongue. I make a. It was around 2 am when I realized that someone was trying to wake me up, and then I realized its my mom, she was in her nighty and she was crying.As soon as I noticed tears in her eyes, I stood up immediately. I asked her what happened? She was crying too much.I took her face in my hands, and asked what happened why was she crying so much? She said ‘ I will tell you everything, but you have to promise me that you wont tell this to anyone!’ I said ‘ I will not tell anyone, but please tell me. Brandon had kissed her goodnight - not the safe brotherly kiss he had first given her, but not exactly displaying the height of passion either. Caroline held him to herself and this time, instead of releasing him when the kiss was over, she continued holding on, her arms around him."I'd like to thank you for a wonderful time," she said, looking up into his eyes. "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?"Like a true gentleman, Brandon replied, "Are you sure? It is a bit late." I insist,".