” He paused again. She could see him forcing back his pain. “Three months and she was gone. She was barely in her forties.”Melissa reached up to...stroke his face. “I’m so sorry Erik. Darcy… your parents… no wonder this is hard for you.”He closed his eyes and took another deep breath to steady himself. Melissa watched as his normally closed nature seemed to fold back in around him. He was still there, but his vulnerability was once again hidden away. She felt sad and sorry for him.He reopened his. I really didn't know her that well, but here I was completely submitting to her. She climbed onto the bed and straddled my head, pushing her ass in my face. I could smell the nylon and soap. As she ground her big ass against my face, I would rub my tongue against her nylon-covered pussy, feeling her heat, and I could tell she was getting wet. She was moving her head from side to side and her hair was brushing against my cock and balls.After a few minutes of this, she stood up and said, "We. I smiled at Brock and headed into my bedroom, but Brock must have thought my smile was an invitation because he followed me. Brock didn't try to touch me. He just stood and watched as I looked through my closet. With an unobstructed view of my bare butt, Brock continued to watch as I selected a denim skirt and a T-shirt. I turned and faced Brock as I stepped into my skirt, providing Brock one last look at my soft brown bush. Then I asked, "Brock, would you be a dear and zip my skirt up?" I was. She pressed the doorbell and waited for a response. A woman of middle years answered the door. She wasfairly short, and Father Time was beginning to leavehis mark on her aging features. Lines were plainlyvisible on her face, and a rather crude job at dyingconcealed- somewhat- the gray that was beginning toappear at the roots of her hair. "Mrs. Johnson?" Jo Beth asked sweetly. "Yes. Are you... are you the babysitter?" The womanseemed a bit dumbstruck by Jo Beth's flawlessfeatures. "Yes." "Please.