Too weak in the knees, Robert sat on the bed ,June stood up and moved towards him, sitting on his lap with each knee on either side of Robert’s hips... Her g-string covered pussy was just half an inch above Robert’s cock, her chest against Robert’s chest, her lips pressed into his. Robert could taste the sweet flavor of her lipstick still left on her mouth while he licked her thick lips!Robert reached his hands up the side of June’s white t- shirt, and without hesitation, lifted her arms above. "He'll save you from that," Betty laughed, and they giggled together.When they were in the family room, Danny said o hell yes, he remembered promising Eddie, and could mom run him over there? Sure, Betty answered, and went into a long explanation about how she and Eddie's mother had some administrative work to do on that charity affair, and would Chad mind if they stayed a few hours.Eyes on the TV ball game, Chad grunted agreement and waved them out. Betty and her son went through the living. When it finally came, I walked out to the field and went into the sinkhole. The padlock was a little rusty and took a little time to open, but it eventually popped open and allowed me to open the small gate. The trail down was steep, but not especially difficult. At the bottom was a small cave-like opening that slanted down into the darkness. I had planned for this and brought two flashlights. One thing that working in the cave had taught me was to not rely on a flashlight without a. ” “Well, if you like to watch me touch my boobs, I figured he would.” “He did and he almost lost it when you stepped on that stool and showed us your bush.” She punched my arm. “Don’t call it my bush. I don’t like that word.” “Sorry. What should I say?” “Well, I don’t like bush or beaver. I’m not a furry little a****l. And never call it my cunt. That’s a crude word. Although I say it when I want to sound naughty. I know you like that. But I don’t like twat or snatch, either.” “What’s left?” “I.