. We were all talking and didn’t want to stop,” I said.“Well, come on down, I’m fixing spaghetti and meatballs, your father’s favorite. You ...irls need to freshen up a little,” she said pointing to her own lips.She pulled me through the door, and we walked down to the kitchen. “Looking forward to another notch on your bedpost, Priest?”“That’s not fair, mom. I love you and Betty; can I help it if the family tree has so many knots I want to drill out.”“Interesting visual, Priest. She’s got nice. Tavoni’s was just that kind of shop.Maizie and I stepped through the front door at 7:00 and both shook the water off. At that hour, when they open, there is never a question of standing in line, or even ordering. Jackie came out from around the counter and brought me my espresso and Maizie’s biscuit.Yeah. Espresso with my heart. There are a few pleasures in life that are worth dying for.Jackie brings me an Americano—two shots of espresso pulled on top of two shots of hot water. I’d drink the. Since her slacks were fairly loose, I could get my fingers into her butt crack and massage quite a bit deeper. I could also run my hand between her legs and massage her pussy. Being the gentleman I am, I did!I had worked Becky's slacks deep enough into her butt crack that I had found her tight little asshole and was giving it quite a bit of attention in addition to what I was doing to her nice soft cheeks. I was speculating whether there was enough slack and slipperiness that I could penetrate. ‘How can I cover up, I can’t be seen like this.’ I attempted to turn my head, ‘Oh, that makes my head hurt even worse.’ I closed my eyes while the pain and the subsequent dizziness sort of dissipated. I opened my eyes again and could only see the silhouette of someone, someone big, a giant framed in an open doorway against the brightness of the outdoors. ‘Help me! May I have some water, please,’ I rasped out barely audible. ‘Ah my woman is awake, welcome to our home, your home’. He said in his.