Finally, at the end of my shift, I was able to hurry home and get ready. Ryan would be picking me for a romantic dinner at what passed for an upscale... restaurant in these parts some twenty-five miles away. At least no one, hopefully, would know us and report back to my parents. Ryan at nineteen was older than me. He had graduated from high school two years ago. Mom had never like Ryan. In reality, mom didn’t like me to hang around boys. Mom wanted to keep me as her little girl forever. . My son does not LOOK at Cindy with that silly vacuous look that babies sometimes have. It’s almost like ‘One day you and I are going to work on things together.’ But he’s smiling and happy. Cindy however...“You made me a crying mess, you know...”“Me? How?”“Oh, I went to Mom’s and told her what you said. She says “Let’s try that” and then she sings that song to little Elise like a lullaby and I almost lost it. My mom. Lullabyes, for gosh sake.”“Did you practice?”“Yes.”“What do you think?”“Record. Remember this, because the next time I won't be so easy on you," he said. "Easy on me, shit!" I thought to myself, "I'd hate to see him pissed if that was easy!" "Before you leave here tonight, your tits are going to be well-used, I assure you," he commented. He put his hands on my huge tits and his strong fingers just simply sunk into them as he kneaded the creamy flesh deeply. Repeatedly, all ten fingers dug in deeply and my tits were mauled and pawed as if they were two globs of bread. Her hands reached at the elastic waistband of my shorts and pulled down. I lifted my butt to allow them to be pulled off. The cool seat didn't bother my naked posterior because her lips and tongue and hand working expertly on my cock felt too fucking good. Both hands worked me, the second lifting and gently caressing my balls. Then she did something I only thought porn stars could do. She sent my nine inches of hot, sensitive flesh, 3 ½ inches in circumference, past the back of her mouth and.