Sniffling she asked, "Where can I sleep?" I offered the bed to her and said that I would be just fine right here. I wasn't about to take advantage of ...her miserable state of affairs. I sleep naked and didn't trust myself to totally behave. I'd let her be until she said otherwise... if she ever did. (I was still incredulous over the offer to "Take care" of her in all senses of the phrase!) I figured that one fuck from her was a fluke. More than that was unlikely. I definitely did not know how. ’ ‘Do you want some toast?’ ‘Love some, with butter and raspberry jam.’ ‘Bless your heart. With all this fat you won’t make fifty.’ ‘From what I’ve seen, growing old is just a slow, boring death. I’m shooting for a massive heart attack.’ And in my head I added, ‘while fucking.’ She brought the jam and butter. ‘Well, try not to have one on top of me.’ On top of me? Aren’t we done? Was that an invitation for a repeat performance? I’d have to watch my step, or I’d be working on that heart attack. "I looked over at Henry. He had stepped out of his pants and was droppinghis underwear (I was disappointed not to see his cock straining insidehis pair of red satin panties but I more than understood). His cockbobbed free, already hard and dripping pre-cum.I slid off of the bed onto my knees and Henry stepped toward me. Islurped him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down for a few momentsbefore directing him to the edge of the bed to sit next to Brendan. Iremoved Brendan's shorts from. The kiss started out soft on the lips but she knew what he wanted and opened her mouth to kiss me like she had before. I instantly felt a surge of pleasure course through my loins and my dick stiffened a little. He said “ hey momma, touch him so it gets hard again”. Without a word I felt her hand come down and her fingers slip around my now semi hard dick. As she continued kissing me she began to play with me in a way that made me think she wasn’t even thinking about what she was doing. I.