Shelly squirmed, but didn't protest. I stuck it in my mouth."Is that enough?" She asked, starting to pull her skirt down."No, no, my sweet. You keep d...ing what you were doing. We have a ways to go yet."She made a disgusted sound and returned to her ministrations. I watched her masturbate, getting so aroused that it was impossible for me not to move a hand under my skirt. My dripping pussy sighed when my fingers started rubbing. In less than a minute I felt an orgasm rushing at me, my eyes glued. The man's name was Roger. He didn’t know much about him, but he would all ways help him out. Every day he would drive by the psychic's house and pass it. One day something made him decided to come in.He sat down. The psychic opened the pack of Tarot cards and placed them on the table. She looked like a gypsy woman. She was sexy and beautiful. She had long black hair and big breast with a lot of cleavage. “So what brings you here?” she asked.“Seemed like fun.”“Hmmm beware … I am not one to sugar. One day, we went to the beach, we started to kiss passionately.Then I slowly touched her boobs. She started moaning. I took that as a green signal. I slipped my hand through her t-shirt and inside her bra. I felt it so soft. That is the first time, I touched a boob. It felt so great.So as there were many people around, we stopped like that. But we wanted to explore more. So I booked an Oyo room and we checked in. The moment we entered, we started kissing each other.After that, I removed her. Let me check our calendar." My wife examined the oversized sheets on the size of the fridge. "He's free that day. All right. Goodbye."I chewed carefully and swallowed. "Who was that?" Mrs. Heller. Amanda's mother." Who's Amanda?" I looked over at Anna, whose face was bright red."She just transferred in from California. Her dad's job got relocated," Anna said."Yes, and she's invited Anna to her birthday party," my wife continued.Birthday? Not again!"It's my fault, Dad. I told her about your.