“I wanna talk to her a minute, can I?” “She'll have to leave me alone for a bit. Don't know if she can.” I handed my phone to Mom, “Jess wou...d like a word with you.” Mom spit me out and took the phone from me, “Yes, Dear,” she said. “I am enjoying myself, thank you,” I could only hear mom's side of the conversation. “Yes, we are expecting you Friday evening. I would like that. Hmm? What do you have in mind?” Since I was not part of the conversation, I decided to gain a little retribution on. He reached forward and gently pushed the hair back behind her ear, wondering what he should do next. He continued watching her until he noticed the goose bumps on her bare arms and legs and knew he had to make a decision. He considered wrapping her in a blanket and going off to bed, but he decided against it. He had been gone too long, spent too many nights aching just to feel her breath on the back of his neck as they slept. He clicked off the lamp by her head and, as carefully as he could,. I was nervous. It was a moment I had been waiting for. I reached down and took it in my left hand and as Alex moved back I pointed it towards her gaping pussy lips. They were swollen, pink and very wet with juices. Alex moved a little forward again and I held on to him as his thick bulbous head touched her lips. “That’s good cuckboy.” He told me. “Rub it up and down her cunt lips.” I started to move it up and down. Jane groaned as it brushed over her clitty. “She’s aching for it isn’t she. This is not entertaining but rather disgusting to her. ‘Can I help you?’ she snaps with a vicious tone. ‘I want to put my dick in you.’ he mumbles. Chayne laughs and advises Jermaine that she is already spoken for this evening and is about to have a date in a few minutes. Before Jermaine can even respond Chayne and her glass of wine guide him to the door. It’s been a good twenty minutes and there is no word from Dirty. Chayne picks up her phone and without thinking she dials his number. He.