I don’t like the serious expression you’re wearing. I don’t like the questions in your eyes. I bring your hand out of my jeans-front and suck on...your forefinger with deliberate slowness. You taste like girl-flower and sexy hand-salt. You make a noise like a teenager having his cock sucked for the first time (breathy, unbelieving). I take off your t-shirt. I continue but without looking at your face anymore, I want you to be unreadable but at last glance your expression is confused, dark with. “Why is he here?” Sarah asked, ignoring me.“Because your mother brought him here,” said an older woman, as she entered the room, “and I’ll remind you to mind your manners, young lady. He is a guest, and will be treated accordingly.” She then looked at me, a genuine smile on her face, and said, “I’m Lyn’s mum, though I prefer Betty.”I held my hand out, but was surprised when Betty ignored it, instead coming and giving me a firm hug. Instantly, I thought that hugs are extremely undervalued. All. Well." Hannah pressed the door close button. The elevator began to rise. Second floor, third, fourth. Suddenly there was a judder and a scr****g noise, then the lights flickered. The elevator ground to a halt, its lights going out completely now."What the hell?" Hannah said, groping for the emergency call button. She found it and pressed."Can I help?" a tinny voice echoed out of the lift speaker. "We're stuck, the elevator isn't moving." Hold on. I'll just look into that for you."Faint voices. Seema took it from her and kissed me deeply. Ireturned the kiss. She was certainly more experienced with kissing. She pushed me back on to michelle, and started kissing me all over, starting from my neck she moved down my chest and stomach to my throbbing cock. Wrapping her full lips arround it she kissed and sucked it before taking it deep into her throat. She caressed my balls expertly with her fingers, her nails sending pulses of electric pleasure through my body. I could tell she wanted me.