Now I was intrigued, she walked me into her room and locked the door saying she did not want the k**s or our dog barging in while doing the injection....She was wearing a little tank top and some loose comfy shorts and some panties. Sara got on her stomach on the bed, grabbed a pillow and the tennis ball and tensed up. This meant I would be in control of pulling her pants down. Now my heart is racing and my cock is starting to swell. I’m finally going to be able to gaze upon the ass I never. “You missed breakfast and you won’t need any lunch. Would you like me to rustle up a cooked brunch for you?”I wasn’t expecting that; it showed she cared about me despite her opinion on my prom situation.“Thanks Mum.”“It’ll be ready when you get back,” she said. “Thirty minutes. Any longer and it’ll be cold.”I kissed her on the cheek then set off. I didn’t push the pace, going at a nice, steady lope. I avoided the park, sticking to the local streets. I found myself running past Maria D’Angelou’s. Her name was Butterfly. The name matched her personality to a tee. She was interested in everything and seemed to flit around. I've never met a woman with so much energy. She showed up one day and I figured I would bed her that night and that would be the last I saw of her. That was pretty much the way things went these days.It was late morning when she dropped by my place. I was immediately taken in by her smile. It was spontaneous and frequent. She had a bright laugh that accompanied it. She. I gave my “I would not deny you a chair,” speech.Still, Cynthia got a bit agitated at the idea, she was ready to have herself attached to the big wheel so I could open her virgin butt with my cock; she had prepared before dinner. She wanted to talk to me in private. To accommodate her I asked if we could all reconvene in twenty minutes in the playroom?Zar volunteered to answer the phones and take care of other things, we all knew she meant checking in on the kids. The other adults thought this.