Interesting, because I wasn’t expecting you to be a lesbian. Deflating, because to be honest and blunt I’m all kinds of attracted to you. Sexy, be...ause you and another woman shall I say anymore?’ With a sexy ass smile she said, ‘Gotcha, gotcha, and gotcha.’ At this point it was getting late and we both have to work tomorrow so we brought our outing to a close. We said our good byes in the parking lot. I reached my hand out for a goodnight hand shake only to have it push aside to be pulled if. God, it might be wrong to lust after Tiffany's father but I couldn't help it. I responded by sending him a photo of my pussy after I had climaxed.All this did was further whet my appetite. The more I texted him trying to fill the miles between them, the more I wanted him. He'd write me emails about what he wanted to do with me, how much he wanted to fuck me, lie me down on the floor and tongue my pussy sucking my juices as I came. In his writing, he never hid what he wanted ... the one where he. His cock wet in my hand as I jerked him still. “It feels so good when it hit’s the back of your throat, Jan. Can you give it another try? I know you’ll do your best.” he smiled down at me. His hand still in my hair. I smiling back up at him and nodded. “I’ll try.” His hand tightened it my hair as I took his cock back into my mouth. Its hard to describe, but it felt as though his cock belonged there. In my mouth. Like they had been made the perfect shape to fit together. I wondered if my pussy. The same willow tree grew over the septic tank, the same oak tree towered over the backyard, complete with the old tree house he and his best friend had built as boys and even the same mailbox."Why is Mama's maiden name on the mailbox now?" he thought, noticing the freshly applied sticker letters. He walked up the steps, hands now tightly clenched at his sides to keep them from shaking, and rang the doorbell. He heard the clicking of heels on the hardwood floors inside and his confusion grew..