I'm sure she will do anything she can to make the two of you happy." I drank a little coffee and decided to share another of my concerns. "I agree but mom changes when she tight is drunk. She says and does awful things when she's drunk." gagging "Oh, I see. You are afraid she might get drunk and spanking let slip something," she said. "I worry she might get drunk and say something to your husband," I shared. "Yes, well he tries to never to be around people who've been drinking, and I understand she has been trying to stay sober." "Yes, well..." I wondered how much I should say. I plunged ahead, "All that needs to happen is for mom to get lonely or think she has done something wrong and she finds a bottle and no matter how hard she tries not to, she gets drunk. Once she is drunk, she does things she should not, like telling secrets." "Your secret, as long as it does not get to Mr. Logan, will do no harm. I wouldn't worry. Now is there any help I can give you with your schoolwork." I riding checked through the work that Andrea had brought from my teachers. I did not have a lot to do and I thought I would rather have Andrea help me, so I said I was tired and felt I should sleep some. I returned to bed. She tucked me in and left me alone to sleep. I slept until about one in the afternoon. I felt hungry. I found Mary had left. I dished up a large bowel of vanilla ice cream sprinkled some salt on it and put a generous serving of caramel syrup over it. I had doggystyle never sprinkled salt on my caramel sundry and have no idea why I did at this time, but with the first taste I said aloud, "What's this?" I took another bite, savoring it in my mouth. It was sweeter, colder, and creamier; but it tasted like it was flavored with pussy juice. And it gave me a hard-on. When I finished my caramel sundry, I checked the clock. Andrea was not due to arrive for more than an hour, so I thought of beating-off. I had not had to do so in a while. I stood, lowered my pajamas bottoms, and sat my bare butt on the throw pillow that Mary had put on the chair for my comfort. That is what you spanking wanted right?” There was a full frontal photograph of me taking up most of the card. We didn't riding want to be pestered by guys hitting on us. “You're not nursing them?” I asked. Carla was in her early 30’s. tight She had brown hair with highlights cut in a bob. Her breasts stood fully without the assistance of a bra; the dress held them firmly. I didn’t think I could even remember my own name at this point. As they kissed, her hand went to his cock and started stroking it. She read it and then said, “He’s here.” It was not easy to be romantic with a teenage girl butting in all the time. Grandpa was laying there on his back only wearing his old tank top. A moment of panic shot through me. I reveled in her while my son enjoyed his mother. This made me smile that things were now running well. This isn’t right.” Looks gagging like a rat in my opinion. “You don’t bet on the horses?” He doggystyle laid her down on the rock and his prick popped loose. Her skirt swirled about her lithe legs. I had grown up and found my feet very very quickly. Her legs, back, knees. My brain transposed, I could taste the salt air, the sand and sun. “Brian,” he offered, not seeming as fazed as she’d like.