Do you want some lemonade?" Jean asked."Please."A lounger and two folding chairs were on the porch. When Jean returned from the kitchen, the boys were...ensconced in the chairs. She handed them their lemonades before reclining on the lounger with her legs tucked under her. She tugged the coverup around her."What's the problem?" she asked."Sex." Sex?" Jean snickered. "Two college studs asking an old married woman for advice about sex? What's this world coming to?" Please don't laugh, Mrs. Brown.. And take me in your mouth." She did so, eyes closed as her bound hands reached for him. He felt hot in her hand, and as she leaned forward doing as he wished, she again felt the whip, this time it softly slapped against her back and shoulders. She heard his voice above her head, softly, "Do well, my lady, for later you shall be well rewarded." His hands caressed her head, rubbing her temples and the back of her neck and shoulders as she took him deep. He lifted her head. He put the whip around. ”“Yeah, well, turns out getting to know a person at a distance doesn't necessarily translate into matching up well in person. Like, not even close,” she grumbled. “What a waste of months of quarantine.”When she managed a resigned laugh, he chuckled along.“Well, maybe for the next one it won't be someone you meet from a distance,” he said.“Hmm. As it so happens, there's a guy I’ve run into who lives on the same floor of my apartment building. I think he just moved in. Kind of cute. Seems nice,. He squirmed, he groaned and Lisa began to stroke, taking him out, clasping the base with one hand, slurping and slipping it all back in between her lips like a greedy kid at the beach on a hot day, devouring an ice cream, racing the sun to melt. She could feel Andy melting, he still had a hand in her hair and she responded to his suggestion of a rhythm as she thrust in and out, cleaning his member of all honey. By now Andy was shaking, he told her she was good, she was golden and somehow, his.