She padded to her closet and chose a tiny, pale green, silk robe that complimented her eyes, slipped it on and tied the belt just tight enough to look...like she had tried. One deep breath and the robe would slide open. She made sure of that. She blushed as she looked into the mirror while testing the robe and noticed that the blush actually added to the innocent look she hoped to accomplish. Slipping quietly down the stairs, she began making a sumptuous breakfast for the two of them. The smell. Jodi, 37, is 5’8; her obviously expensive black patent leather stilettos add an extra 5 inches to her height, so that she is literally, as well as figuratively, looking down her long, aristocratic nose at him. Her long, dark hair is tied back in a severe looking bun; it’s the same hairstyle that Catie wears, but Jodi’s prim trace of a smile lacks the warmth of the petite librarian. Her blue eyes and refined facial features are attractive, but in a very cold, standoffish sort of way. With his. I sniff his musky balls as he pulls out, then slowly guides his marvelous thick meaty cock back down my throat, not stopping this time, forcing his way all the way down until I can feel in my chest it seems and his balls d**** against my lip over my nose. I gag twice and he pulls out, then jams back in, then he’s finally fucking my mouth fully and each time his balls fall thankfully on my upper lip. He pulls out to let me breath and suck his balls and then goes at it again. Spinning me back. ‘You have some cum on your chin,’ he said with a straight face. Candice’s eyes widen. She reached up and scrubbed her chin with her fingers. Ben chuckled, turned away and walked down the hall. She watched him leave and followed after him, stopping only to hang up his coat and drop his shoes on the floor inside the closet. Ben stood in the living room taking stock of his surroundings. He noticed the worn furnisher the torn carpet and the scratched coffee table. There were family heirlooms here.