“Now that was the best night’s sleep I have had since before I left on my trip right after school got out for the summer,” she said as she laced... her fingers through mine so we could take turns letting our fingers rub over her rock-hard nipple.I was about to start slowly fucking her molten cock massager when I sensed that Paula really needed to pee and didn’t know it yet. So far, she hadn’t had an accident, but couldn’t seem to remember how to work the bed rails or where the bathroom was in her. "Peter... Peter it's me. Please... Peter you have to come home. The doctors... Peter he's asking for you, there's not much time. Come home, Peter."The tape hissed a few seconds until a warbling beep signaled the end of the message.'Got to get voice mail soon.' he thought 'Damn machine is about to give up.' Anything to keep the import of his mother's plaintive message from his thoughts.Seven years. Seven years since he had set foot in his parent's home, the house he grew up in. Memories. I can’t help but respond but kiss him back with equal force. I enjoy the feel of his lips on mine before reality comes crashing down on me. “We shouldn’t,” I exclaim, pushing him away. “You kissed me back, Anne. I know you want this,” he growls and pushes me against his desk so that I am trapped. “You have a wife. I won’t be some little whore you fuck! I’m not a home wrecker,” I hiss back at him. He pauses at my words before smiling, “Sweet, sweet Anne. Quite frankly, my wife doesn’t care. She. You have such a gorgeous black cock. I would have hoped that I could continue”. “Well” Gerald spoke “you will get your chance later”. Gerald asked Bonnie “Baby do you like to have your pussy eaten”? Bonnie replied, “yes I do”. Gerald continued his questions “does your husband do a good job”? As a matter of fact, he is wonderful at it” she replied, “he loves going down on me. I usually have to pull him off of me just to get him to fuck me”. “Good for you Bonnie” replied Gerald, That is what I.