”“No, I said that if you followed orders I wouldn’t call Ron’s friends. I never said anything about you blowing anyone else.”“I, I can’... do it,” I gulped. “I won’t do it.”“Then we might as well go home so I can make my call.”“Kathy, please,” I begged.“Fuck you,” she said simply. “You’re either going back to give that clerk a blowjob or we’re going home so you can meet one of Ron’s buddies.”I struggled to analyze my options and find a way out. I couldn’t find one, but I decided if Kathy was. ‘You sure got a lot of books in those boxes,’ she observed. James didn’t respond. ‘What are you going to do with them all?’ She tried again. ‘When I get a chance I’ll buy one of those bookshelves that you put together. Until then, they’ll have to stay in the boxes,’ James answered. ‘Have you read all of these?’ she pressed on. ‘Yes.’ James replied. ‘I’ve read some of them more than once.’ ‘Is that what you do up here at night—read these books?’ she asked. ‘Mostly.’ ‘Why don’t you ever go out?’. She also has a beautiful daughter whose father isn't around so she's everything to her and to her Nan and Pops, and we have the little darling sleepover from time to time which is fun.We go for coffees together, shopping and lots of other things too and she even took my advice well a 'man's view' on how she looked when she dressed to go out. Even some comments could be quite suggestive from both sides.And I quite often expressed how good her ass looked in a tight dress, or trousers with it. "You don't need me to help you there."Sandra gave her son a stricken look at first, but it quickly became cold and hard. "Shut up and get out of the car so we can get this over with."Melinda tried hard to make breakfast last as long as she could. She tried to engage in conversation with her parents as much as possible. She tried to focus on something else other than the slow burn in her pussy that would not go away, or the erotic imagery that would occasionally flicker through the back of her.