I could feel my cock stiffen inside my jeans and I couldn't turn my eyes away.I watched as the younger one sucked the older man's hard tool deep into ...is throat looking like he was loving every minute of it. God knows who much time past, I was too engrossed in what was on the screen but suddenly I was aware that Ron was back. He was just stood watching me from the doorway with a look of part worry, part hope written all over his face. I stood with the shock of it and he took a few steps towards. I want to savor every drop of the desire spilling from you as you cum for me. I want to taste how much you want me.I want to feel the strength in your hands and arms as you pull me to my feet and shove me to the bed. I want to feel the warmth in your lips as they find that place on my neck that makes me call out your name. I want your hands to roam my body and trace a path for your tongue to follow. I want to lose myself in the quivering of my breast as your lips, tongue and teeth find one. “No sugar diet, it made me want to eat less.” I said. “I’m trying to work past it, but my mother was never a great cook ... or a great anything.” I added.“Joshua Lyle Anderson! Your mother may be a terrible cook, and ... wait, where was I going with this?” Catherine laughed.Apparently, Catherine and Robert knew my mother first hand now, and were none too pleased with her.“Nowhere. Look at what she did with Grand mama’s estate.” I pointed out.“He’s got a point. If my niece had any sense, she. "Where areyou going?"I tore out of the bedroom and into the foyer, where anenvelope appeared under the door, as the woman on the phonehad predicted. Charlene was close behind me."What's that?" she asked as I picked up the envelope."Blackmail or something--that fucking bitch on the phoneagain."I opened the envelope carefully, retrieving a folded note.The first thing I saw was the letterhead from thebuilding's management company. The contents were simple. Iread aloud to Charlene:"Dear Occupant:.