It was probably good for his self-esteem, I decided, though it was doing nothing to improve my blush. Despite the shirt, I spent a good portion of the...night lying awake in Alistair's arms, convincing myself over and over that I wasn't going to be the one to start anything.I finally fell deeply asleep right before it was time to get up for the day. Typical. I hazily enjoyed a scorching kiss from Alistair before he scrambled from the tent, leaving me to get my armour on. Once changed, I ate a few. No dining-out worth its name would be complete without a caffè macchiato for me (complete with leafy design in the creamy topping). I like mine with a little Amaretto, to give it an slight almond flavor. TJ had a double espresso—straight (yuck, too strong). I sometimes like Irish coffee, but took a passed on having another kind of alcoholic beverage (Irish Whisky). The dinner conversation was stimulating as usual. TJ talked and I just listened and smiled adding just a little here and there as. Figuring we’d be staying a bit longer, I refreshed their daiquiris with the last of the batches–there was only enough left for two, so I went without another drink. ‘Dear?’ turning quickly to me, ‘move the table and chairs off to the side to give us some room. And put in that new compilation CD, you know, the one with all the different styles of music.’ Feeling again like my wife’s servant, I moved the coffee table and Wendy’s chair to give her and her ‘man friend’ room to dance. I found the CD. I just wished I was lactating again so I could nurse him properly. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, bouncing harder, faster.Davie groaned, stroking his dick so fast. I licked my lips, staring at my baby boy's thick cock gleaming with pussy juices. Lubed by my excitement. My asshole clenched. It had been so long since I had a cock in my asshole.I gave it to Mitchel whenever he wanted. But not to the few guys I had dated since his death.“Davie,” I moaned, “fuck Mommy's ass. I need both my.
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