I quickly take one hand and grab a handful of hair. I pull back on it, whispering into her ear, "Be careful what you ask for."With her head pulled bac...k, I press hard against her. I know she can feel my hard cock pressing against her ass as I kiss and bite on the side of her neck.“Yes...” escapes her lips as my hands move around her front. I feel across the buttons of her blouse, and rip it open as the buttons pop off everywhere. I quickly run my hands low on her stomach, down to her jeans,. It was James that broke it.“Are you alright mom?” he asked.I nodded, too afraid to speak lest my voice squeaked. They both went back to eating and it was Tom that placed his knife and fork down on the table, stood up, and walked towards me. He kissed me on my head while his hands wrapped around my shoulders.“It’s alright mom, we both love you so much.”I smiled and nodded and I knew they both loved me. My heart jumped when my son kissed the top of my head. They were good boys with both of them. In a matter of minutes, there is more movement; it is the daughter. She is in her late teens and attends the local college. She is medium height, long blonde hair and slim build.She moves about the room in her boyish pink pyjamas, collecting her clothes together at the end of her bed, before sitting down to brush her hair.By now, my bathrobe is open, and my cock is beginning to stiffen as I watch her breasts rise up and down within her pyjama top as she brushes.After a while, her mother. It was pretty much the same as Elite Magazine. Articles were almost identical. Rap album reviews, movie reviews, a fitness section, cars, and of course women – most of whom were white.The Blackwell Group promptly discontinued Elite and moved all the advertising customers over to King Monthly. Seems like they could’ve owned both publications and raked in more profit. Maybe there was a vendetta The Blackwell Group had against the publishing company they purchased Elite Magazine from.I got.