He smiled and picked the phone up.Idiot, muttered Ruri in the background.I broke the kiss and saw her wife pulling on her college uniform, the gray old skirt swirling up her slender thighs, her granny white blouse already covering her small breasts.Just remember you are lucky to not be them.He did not move.Yep!My mood darkened and I asked her sternly.I Housewife wrapped mom myself about my tiny Vilja, as a mother bear might enfold protectively around her cub.Then, she climbed up next to me and gave me a kiss.Cars passed us.I haven’t been completely honest with you, Andy, about what happened.Please don’t, why are you doing this? How could she forget that handsome face mom buried between her legs last night? That he’d parted her lower lips with his mouth and plunged inside with visceral abandon, tasted her, tongue sliding fluidly across the sensual slickness of her sex in what seemed like an endless spiral of pleasure… Steph? You alright? Y-yeah, she stammered, realizing herself once again. I, granny uh, yeah. Yes. I’ve, old uh, it’s… You were givin’ him a look, Kelly chuckled, popping open one of the cartons to peek inside and gesturing her over. I, Housewife ah, I was? A look? What does that mean? She tilted her head quizzically from Kelly to Brian, immediately feeling a little wife stupid. Hah, you’d have to tell us. I know better than to ever make assumptions anymore, Brian said. …H-how was your run?