"I want to go home. I knew it was a mistake for me to come here tonight. We were having a good time, Kenny, before you had to say something to spoil e...erything. I told you it wasn't any of your business what Brenda and I do. Why are you so curious?" I'm sorry. I guess you're right, and it isn't any of my business. It just didn't seem right to me. I think Brenda's the one missing out though. I'd be licking your pussy, every single chance you gave me, if I was her." Are you going to take me home,. ." you say, hips shifting as you face me.I smile wickedly, my left hand snaking down to play with my wet pussy. I know the sight of my erect nipples and my hand playing with me arouses you a lot. It feels so fucking good!I could see the veins on your thick cock and bit my lip. I wanted to lean over and take you into my mouth, getting you cum as I’m continuing to stroke and suck you.As I do that, I keep my other hand from my pussy cupping and caressing your balls with my juice-slickened fingers.. He leaned down beside her and lightly kissed her lips as his fingers traced along her smooth silky skin down over her white lace bra feeling the hidden nipple underneath rise to attention. At this he smiled and undid the front clasp of the bra and moved it off of her beautiful round breasts popping up from being held in and as they bounced up he caught one nipple between his lips watching her once more for any sign of alertness as he slowly sucked and licked over her perky nub her soft moans. She is a retired school teacher. She is the woman who wrote the screen play for Murder Of Eve.” I said.“Tell me you worked all night,” Thia said.“We worked all night,” I said. “Feel better?”She sat down heavily on the sofa. “I can’t believe you did that. Mom’s only been gone a year,” Thia said.“That is true, and I feel bad that I’m so weak. But I’m not sure she would want me to be alone. Well not completely alone. I think she would want me to be there for you, and the boy, but you can’t take.