I told her very clearly that she will not go back without having lunch with us.She tried to say no, but it was only half-hearted. As we drove, she ask...d my son, “You like papa or mummy?”Son replied, “Papa.”She again him asked, “You don’t like mummy, why?”My son replied, “I like both, but papa more.”The way she played with her eyes was just incredible. She lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theatre curtain. It was mesmerised her eyes. ‘Here’s your handkerchief, Mr. Smith.’ She flashed him an extra wide smile, hoping to cover up her thumping heart. James turned around from his computer and gawped. Ana, the pale-faced sick girl from Monday, had been transformed into a gorgeous sex kitten. Her hair, with little frizzy tendrils from the heat and flushed cheeks reminded him of someone just stepping out of a passionate quickie. Ana hoped there wasn’t spinach left in her teeth from lunch. Mr. Smith was staring a lot at her face,. He asked me if I was going to let him have my ass to which I responded, it's yours but I want to suck your beautiful cock for a few minutes first. I scooted down between his legs but Bob said hold on and lay here on your back and let's 69 because I want some cock too. Another first for me but as he climbed on top I grabbed his hard cock and began to suck. I found out its hard to concentrate on sucking when you're being blown too. Bob immediately stopped sucking and said I don't want to take the. “I’m serious,” he said to me. “I know you are,” I answered. “That’s why you’re my best friend.” I circled my finger over his starched shirt. I longed to open it. “Because you’re older than me, and very serious, and you work very hard, and devote your life totally to the Army.” “That’s enough,” he replied. He pushed me back, clearly unsettled. I saw that his pants were bulging hugely, bigger than any man’s I’d ever seen. I gazed at him, my breasts filling my tight blouse, big as melons. .