Then she peeked through the doorway.“Are you still here?”She hadn't explicitly told me to leave, so I felt I was still in bounds by staying on the...couch. She came out, Charlotte with her hairband, glasses, orange underwear and white sandals. “Look, you’re sort of a nice guy I guess, but I’d like you to leave now. Clear enough?”“Charlotte, I like you.” Close enough; actually I lusted after her. “How about we have dinner or something this weekend?”“I don’t date guys as young as you, sorry.”“Isn’t. God I wished I could just bury my face in her crack and make out with her rear from behind like a fucking degenerate. I laid down & she snuggled up once again, she said "Thank you for staying with me again Cuz, I love you" & planted another kiss on the corner of my lips, this time catching more of my lips and leaving them noticeably wet. My heart was beating out of my chest, there was no way she could have missed that. "Cuz, can I ask you something?" Of course Macy, since when do you ask me for. You know, putit behind us." Okay Carl."Later that night...Frankie and Carl sat on opposite ends of the living room couch andwatched the baseball game on television. The Orioles were gettingpummeled again. They sipped at merlot in long-stemmed wine glasses."How about a refill Frankie?" Okay."Carl retrieved the bottle from the coffee table and walked to Frankie.He poured wine into Frankie's glass and then his own, emptying thebottle. Carl sat down next to him.They continued to watch the game and. The man soon had the nipple of her right tit between his teeth. She moaned as he rolled it between his teeth and she squealed – it couldn’t be in pleasure – as he give her tit a nip any time she slowed down or failed to pound her cunt lips into his ball sack. After another 10 minutes the man started a low grunting and began to call his mother cunt, whore, pain slut, bitch and then the rhythmic movements ceased, there was a sort of judder and the man and his mother separated. That’ll be seven.