I met him the summer you went to Maine hunting. That was the summer I learned I had to keep a tight control on myself. I learned I could go crazy over... sex. James was a salesman from Dallas, big, handsome, awesome sharp, glib, charming and black. He had been flirting with me for months. I enjoyed it and flirted back. It was new and different. His blackness was like a magnet for me. One day he asked if I was going home to hubby. I knew I shouldn't have but I said, "He left last night for a week. Jeff nearly croaked as he watched his mother's head bob up and down as she hungrily sucked on Brad's cock.Suddenly, Jeff felt a jolt of electricity tear through his own cock as he watched on. After the initial shock passed, Jeff realized that this was apparently no chance encounter. His mother was dressed in the sexiest little outfit he had ever seen. She was wearing a tiny little bra that couldn't hold all of her big, beautiful tits and as they spilled out of the bra, they wiggled and jiggled. Hope brought me some soup and explained what had happened while she ladled it in. She said that the battle at what she called Chatterton's Hill had taken place three days before and that I had been lying in her bed, feverish and moaning, for two days and nights. She explained that I had a nasty head wound just above the right eye and another in my thigh where the ball had gone all the way through the back of my leg. I held up my bound wrist, and she said that she thought it was broken but was. She walked past him and brushed his shoulder, he caught a scent of Chanel. He knew he had to have her. She sat one stool over at the bar, and the server immediately came over. They clearly knew each other, and very well at that. “What can I get you, Emily?” She asked with a wink. “Just coffee, black”. Emily glanced at me as I innocently ate my pancakes and pulled something out of her purse. She wrote something down and then folded up the piece of paper. She slid it my way and then got up and.