Ben had no problem with Betty staying over for a few days. Betty did not object. She did seem to be having a hard time sitting still in her chair. Ben...even asked what her problem was and to stop fidgeting. It was decided that she would go home first then someone would come over later to bring her back, so she could pack a suitcase.The rest of their visit went well. Betty's dress seemed to have dried. The dried cum I left on her chest must have itched as I spotted her a couple of times. Sure, she had had 'cyber sex' with many men and some women - but not this.Jim finally looked her in the eyes, his smile gentle and then he took her tiny hand in his large one."Are you okay? I don't want you to feel pressure, but I have to tell you that I can barely contain myself - I want you - now. I want to lick your breasts, I want to taste your pussy and your ass - just like we talked about. I want to feel every inch of you and explore those spots I've only dreamed about. I want to take you. I agreed and we both sat in the Auto. He was sitting very close to me and her perfume was driving me crazy. Her skin was smooth and as white as milk. I was holding her hand and she was slowly massaging it as if she wants to make love to me now. After reaching her place, I saw her house was an independent bunglow, with a small beautiful garden outside. We entered and she made me feel comfortable in the drawing room. She went inside the kitchen and brought a glass of water for me. I holded her. I don’t expect to need anything,” Nicky replied. “How about you, Sara?”“Oh, I dunno. I kinda like Larry’s new t-shirt,” she smirked. She glanced at her car’s clock and looked alarmed.“Oh, Larry! I’m sorry! I was supposed to have you call your daughter an hour ago,” she said. “Here’s your cell phone.”She handed me the iPhone over the seat and I quickly hit the first speed-dial button. It barely rang twice.“Daddy! Are you okay?” came the familiar voice.“Sure, sweetie,” I said, brightened by her.