"I'll let them know you're here," said Marta."I'm Margie. Would you like some decaf with a drop of brandy?" Margie's my daughter," said Harold sitting...beside Mrs. Solomon holding her gaze. Used to fawning middle-aged women, he found himself intrigued by this one—tall and handsome and bright despite her ogling of her idol, with compassionate blue/gray eyes and gentle wrinkles at their edges somehow enhancing her attractiveness. She had a regal presence despite a subtle stoop, pressure from years. He undid her night pants and touched her clit.“Tell me about your first infidelity after marriage,” The Guru asked. Savita was on his lap now, naked and wet. His fingers played with her pussy.Savita recalled how the bra salesman made her spread her legs. She had seduced him. She let him explore her pussy. She tasted his cum. The Guru kissed Savita’s lips and sucked her tits while his fingers were running inside her pussy. He made sure he rubbed her G-spot. His fingers were drenched in her. Dani couldn’t think of anything she’d rather do.Dani rolled her tongue all over her mother’s sticky finger, gathering up her brother’s precious seed and letting it settle on her taste buds. She heard herself moan with delight as she tasted that succulent cum for the first time. Her lips instinctively closed around her mother’s slender finger and she sucked, as if she was sucking on a little cock, wanting more of that delicious juice that the finger had to offer.Sonya smiled to herself, thrilled. I doubted they were up to competition at the FBS level but it wasn't my place to dash their hopes. "Let's look at this another way. Did Coach Golden call you last month when head coaches are allowed to contact juniors?" They shook their heads no. "Did any college coaches call you last month?" Coach Abanishe from Lincoln University called me," Marques said."Coach Blount from Delaware State talked with me," Tyson added."The coaches are probably telling you something," I said. "No FBS coaches.