Her nipples were showing thru her top, she seemed horny or something tonight.” “I noticed that,” she gobbled his rod between sentences. “She ...eally is hot as hell,” slurp, slurp, slurp. “Do you fantasize about fucking her? Because I do.” Her lips made a popping sound as she pulled his cock out of her mouth, then immediately pushed it back in, establishing suction again, and repeating the process. “Do you think Sierra is fucking her right now?” With that question, he lost control and nutted. Or perhaps it had already been there but it had become so urgent that it needed actual attention. A cock. I wasn’t used to ‘just looking’; I’d never seen a cock I couldn’t have. I wanted it; wanted to touch it; wanted it inside me. Sudden, pent-up frustration boiled to the surface, evaporating inhibitions. There was thought as I parted my legs, pulled my dressing gown apart and slipped my hand down. The thought was that I didn’t give a fuck if he did see me perving; if he did see me. Withoutwarning hands appeared out of my view and picked me up and I found myselfin the hands of my 'grammy.'"You are so light!" she told me quietly before bouncing me up and down."Honey, can you get the stroller folded up?" Yes sweetheart," her husband said.I looked at her more closely from my view from her hip. Camille's momdidn't really look that much like her. While Camille was fairly petite,her mother while not severely obese, was larger than her. Her face waskindly with her hair styled. " He nods. "Miss Steel, Mrs. Monroe," he says before addressing me in a somewhat clipped tone. "Miss Steel, those folders I mentioned earlier. I want you to prioritize them. I need them on my desk stat." "Yes Mr. Callahan. I’ll go do that right away, Sir," I answer before hurrying to the basement filing room to get the folders. I know by the tone of his voice that he won't be tolerating any delay. I quickly find the folders and prepare to head back upstairs when Mr. Callahan suddenly appears.