Upon our arrival at the restaurant, you adjust your shirt, intentionally pulling the tank top you have on underneath down ever so smoothly, revealing ...he luscious cleavage that has been strategically pushed together by your silky black bra, and I find myself trying to figure out if it was just the lust in my eyes playing tricks or did I actually see the top of your right nipple…I wouldn’t put it past you so I lean towards the latter. As we walk towards our table that just so happens to be. Dr. Jones I really do want to suck my son’s cock like I was his personal mommy slut. Goood lord Dr. Jones I would like it if you would let me lick your pussy In front of my son. Oh shit this truth talk is going to get us into some trouble. Ms. Cummings get your sweet little ass over here and start licking my wet pussy now. I told you out in the lobby what we may have to do in order to help your son get through this and now you will just have to live with it, that is unless you want to have. He never knew much of his father. From what James understood, his father floated in and out of his mother's life until shortly after his younger sister Allie was born. No phone calls, no texts, no birthday cards or letters. He simply vanished. James always resented him for that, but his mother still held onto fond memories of him. James could see the pain behind her eyes and could hear her cry some nights when she thought of the bastard. He swore that if he ever found his father, he'd kick his. It was about a half hour later when he returned with a bottle of wine in his hand. That was no surprise but the beautiful raven haired beauty in his other hand broadened my eyes. Long haired and lean, a reminder of my pre k**s years (not that I’m all that bad now.) She made a beeline to me kissing me hard then leading me to the large soaking tub as if she knew the suite better then me. As the water in the tub slowly increased her items of clothing decreased and by the time both were done I was.