I think I was a bit mad because they were doing it on my couch instead of my son’s bed. Xnx I hoped it wasn’t because I was going to test my theory once we were alone in my hotel room. And to think it was only four years ago that I began wanting my son, sexually that is. I was about to remove my panties and nylons when I saw my reflection in the mirrored closet doors. The head was bulbous and purple, oozing at the tip. Had they broken up? They drove down to Long Beach to stay with me for the weekend before heading back to Sacramento then flying back for school. There were more hushed words as the tempo increased. Some begging me to go in and take a look while others screamed for me to get the coffee started like a
