‘Sorry for falling asleep.’ ‘That’s okay.’ His face lit up as he laughed. ‘Reminded me of when we were kids. And to be honest with you, I ...on’t know who fell asleep first. I woke up, and carried you up to mom’s room.’ ‘I miss your mom.’ Sarah instantly wished she hadn’t said it. Pete’s face changed. A sad look washed over it. ‘I miss her, too. First your parents, and then just over a month later, mom.’ Sarah’s parents had been killed on their way home from church just after New Year’s. They had. She called me from the bedroom to tell me we would be late for dinner.I could smell the faint scent of Natasha’s perfume when I got out of the shower and walked into the bedroom to find Natasha stood in her cream satin underwear. As I put my shirt on, I felt my cock stiffening as I watched her take her black pencil skirt out of the wardrobe and slide it over her stockinged legs till the tight satin traced the outline of her hips.She saw me watching: “Do you like?” she asked, with a cheeky smile. She tried to turn her hand to reach, but couldn’t. “Do you want this?” he asked again. She only licked her lips. He grinned. He ran his hand up the length of his cock for a moment and climbed up onto the table again, this time over her head, lying across her, careful not to hurt her shoulder. His cock sticking straight at her, she lightly flicked her tongue across the tip. “Mmm...” he said, as he dove into her hot, wet cunt. He lapped at her clit hungrily. Every time his tongue touched. Quentin," Becky nodded, a feverish light in her eyes."Yeeesss," Willie mumbled."When do I come back for our next fuck?" Becky smiled wanly."We--shall--fuck--again--Wednesday," Willie muttered, flopping slowly back on the floor, one hand holding his big balls, the other nursing his aching penis."Yes, Mr. Quentin--you will fuck me again Wednesday..."Mavis led Becky to her old car, eased the slip of a woman into the passenger's seat. Then she drove back to the bank and redeposited the thousand.