An explanation, I answered. What, what? Martha, Id watch the mouth if I were you, I think youre in trouble here. I received a letter from school, they...say you were tardy three times and absent twice, whats this all about. Oh Daddy. No Oh Daddy, explain. I dont remember, I cant remember what happens every day, you know. Martha youre skating on real thin ice. No, I dont, you know, what I do know is that I dont think youre being truthful with me. My patience was getting frayed, she was trying to. I knew they had planned all along to jazz up their outfits a bit for an evening dinner out.Orlie Martinez' house turned out to be an attractive three-bedroom detached structure in one of Bluefield's better neighborhoods. It was far from showy, but I have to admit I was a little surprised. I guess I had this picture in my mind of Orlie as single-parent with economic woes. Probably I was stereotyping her somewhat as some kind of underprivileged immigrant.Maybe her economic woes weren't so great. We spent the next half hour in the bar and consumed two more drinks apiece. Placing my hand on her thigh I said, “Leasa, it’s time to go up.” Where upon, without a word we rose and walked to the elevator.Once in the elevator I hit 10, the doors closed and up we went. “I know you don’t have panties on Leasa, but I have to know if you’re wearing a bra.” I said as my hand moved to her breast. I was pleased to see that she had followed my instructions to the letter and did not have a bra. My cock. He gathered up the silky underwear and slipped them into his pocket, and when he stood back up I could see a rather large smile on his face! When he pulled me against his body again I felt him guiding is penis beneath my dress! To be honest I had planned on giving him this hand job while he fingered me again but, evidently, he had other ideas! I could feel him at my entrance and realized I needed to open myself up for him. So I brought my long, silky leg up to his waist and hooked it around his.