"That's right, Mom....a blow job. Mom what is a blow job?" Heather asked and now I was the one tongue tied as I realized just how sheltered Heather wa...."It is a way to have sex." I finally said as I looked into her finely freckled face with her red hair pulled back. I could not help but think of how much younger she looked than her actual age."I kind of knew that but how does it work? I know about intercourse but this sounds different." She said and I understood just how little she knew about. I do the same around me and pop open a couple of wine coolers for us. She downs that one quickly and asks for another, which I found to be odd. She usually nurses her drink but either the heat or her nervousness made her drink that one fast. I hand her another from the cooler and adjust my chair slightly behind her yet to the side so I can watch her. The reason for my adjustment and mild excitement is because alcohol puts Lori into, what I like to refer it as, the 3 levels of sensuality brought. ' but before Sue finished Mike interrupted..'You don't remember me do you?' he paused.. 'We were at school together , where from what I remember you were a right cunt, but sorry please go on.'Sue, obviously flustered continued 'Um I wanted to see if we could work something out regarding my sisters debt?’Mike looked at the tall black guy.. 'How much does she owe', '20 grand' he said. Mike looked at Sue..'You got 20 grand Sue? Sue was stunned, she had considered maybe a thousand or two but 20,000. Standing near a gate, a woman was holding in her arms a thin, ragged screaming infant."That desperate baby and I could really help each other. We would be born again."He spoke generically: "Can I get you any -- " I can't take it! I'm dying."In an unconscious gesture, she opened the top half of her dress, completely. The right breast appeared wide, fleshy, and firm, with an enormous brown nipple surrounded by a dotted areola.She moaned, "What can I do?"He laughed -- too guilty to take a good.