It's been a long time since I've had a really frank discussion with you about the things you're thinking about. Deep down inside, I suppose I still t...ink of you as my little boy." "That's okay," Henry shrugged. "Henry, let me ask you a personal question: Do you think a lot about sex these days?" Margaret shifted sideways on the bed, her tits jiggling under the negligee, staring at at him. Henry blushed and looked away. "Well, yeah. I guess I do." "I'm sure it's. God, you’re so open for me - your punished pussy open for my mouth, eager for my tongue, which I give, slowly, up and down. Then push in. Then up and circle your clit. Then as your hands hold your legs wide, mine hold your lips and I’m fucking you with my tongue, jabbing it in and out, changing the pace, infuriating you with my inconsistent rhythm yet still edging you higher. When my fingers mash your clit, you’re not sure if it’s pain or pleasure but you don’t care, only for whatever is going. I fish around with my fingers trying to find that "spot" as I suck and nibble on that clit. I feel her lean up grinding her clit on my tongue but someone is still sucking my cock. The guy was now sucking my cock. Just knowing that I get more turned on pushing me closer to cumming. Fingers deep in her pussy she starts cumming. Clit grinding hard on my tongue, small little squirt come out as she cums on my face. The guy is now sucking me deep, his tongue dancing around the head, before I knew it. “I should be able to trust my companion to accept what I chose to tell her about my work, and she should be able to trust me to share with her all that I was able to share.”“How would you define ‘trust’, Kyle?”They began deplaning and the walk out of the airport terminal was too noisy for their conversation to continue. Cammy took Kyle’s hand as they walked towards the baggage claim where the limo drivers were waiting with signs identifying their charges. Her hand was warm and Kyle was.