" Only it took Jay a long while to show up. Too much time laying just about naked in bed with serious deep conversation resulted in Kristen placing a light kiss on my lips. Which turned into me caressing her. I’d spend my time working from home, and doing all the motherly duties that were needed to be done during the day. I didn’t mind spending time with Mike though, I wasn’t interested in dating or anything like that after Scott died, it wasn’t something that interested me. Scott had always complimented me on my looks. For 39, I was always told I looked good. I was slim, with long brown hair, blue eyes, and if I do say so myself, a good figure, nice sized boobs. Chapter 3. One night Mike was sat in. Slowly he watched her favorite phallus disappear between her legs. Her breasts every now and again grazed against the coldness of the windowpane, he could see they pebbled swelling harder from its coolness. Her head turned to the side ensuring no fogging of the glass, as she slowly started to pump her hips up and down on the rod. She grabbed at the windows for a moment, her face surprised. "Shit" he muttered as his left hand brushed some drops of whiskey off his knee. She squirted; he loved.Read More
