. what can I do for you? I'm Edward Wilson, by the way, your daughter's fiancé. Most people call me Ted, but Rose-Marie and I like to use our full na...mes for each other. I don't mind being called Ted." So as not to infringe my daughter's prerogative, perhaps I'll call you Ted, at least for now. Would you call me Margaret, please?"Now, you're probably thinking, 'WTF or, what's going on here?' I don't know why; perhaps it's just that she reminded me so forcefully of Rose-Marie, but I felt I. The television had been switched off and a blanket had been d****d across my body. I had to take a piss and kicked the wool blanket off of my legs and raced to the bathroom before I pissed myself. Damn, it felt good to relieve myself. Guess I was backed up from that glass of milk.On the way back to the living room couch, I noticed that Etta’s bedroom door was open.I peeked inside the room.The bedroom was dimly lit by a small bedside lamp that had a red bulb inserted in it. There a large bottle. He started fucking me with passion and I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him into me as far as possible.His cock was pressing against my cervix in a way that Ed never could with his small dick, it felt like Brad was trying to push his cock into the place he came out of seventeen years earlier. In just a few more minutes he pushed all the way into me and groaned, “Oh fuck, Mom, I am shooting my cum into you. Your pussy feels so good gripping my cock. I’m filling you with my fuck cream.. The guys all wanted copies of the pictures and I told them that I would get copies for them, but I never did. The women knew that I was reliable to protect their reputations at home. We all came from the same general area and vowed to keep in touch.That second week was just as much fun, then on the last two nights we did not have tickets to any shows. My group got more rest and enjoyed the last few days of our vacation. The group of ten kept to themselves and shopped the local stores for.