I decided to keep going, hoping for the best until finally after a few more years of neglect on my husband's part I told him I wanted a divorce. It w...s as if a giant block was lifted off my shoulders and I was able to breath again.Before the divorce became final I went on a trip with my brother and his friend. They are truck drivers based out of Atlanta and I told them I wanted to go with them on the their run the next time they were in the area.Well that time came real quick for in three. We were finally going to set to rights a situation that had occurred more than thirty five years in the past, We'd be serving as the surrogates for Mama and Dwight. Mama would finally be allowed to keep her baby, to hold this tiny he or she in her arms, and to lavish all her pent up motherhood hopes on that one special child.We were all together at dinner that night. Dad had greeted Brenda's and Emily's announcements with a fairly neutral and cautious acceptance. He was happy to hear that. As she did this, her other hand began rubbing her wet cunt and sensitive clit. She was moaning as she frigged herself with the fingers of one hand, while the fingers of her other hand expertly held my nuts down and prodded into my prostate, all the while she was bobbing her pretty face up and down on my cock and moaning like mad. Mom’s head bounced steadily and slowly up and down, damn what an expert she is! She kept her lips snugly hugging my shaft as she went from the head all the way down. Then, he leaned back. I caught his eyes drifting down to my breasts several times. He smiled at the recognition that I knew he was doing it. “Questions? You must have a hundred.”I chuckled, “Some, yes. PET.” I fingered the medallion at my throat. “What is this about?”He smiled. “It might seem dismissive, but it is not. Well, not entirely. I struggled for something that would be meaningful in a double entendre sort of way for us. Calling you Pet can be endearing or demeaning. The things we are.
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