He wanted to hit somebody, but, corralled his rage.She wanted to hold him with all her might, to shade his eyes against her chest.Both had watched in ...bject horror.The meal was good, but, neither could nor would remember it. Conversation drew to the television station even though both knew that was “against the rules.”“Dessert, Mr. Grant?” Mary had made chocolate pudding, cooked. She’d finished clearing the table as he’d taken anchor.“No.”He’d only been in her bedroom once before; to rally Ted. Temptation surged through me. I tapped the Aura Sub-Menu. Nothing lay there. It was a blank canvas waiting for me to make a masterpiece. I would have all those nubile beauties worshiping my body.My orgasm built and built. I trembled on the chair. Lilith curled her fingers through my pussy. She stroked along the top of my pussy wall. She teased me. This incredible rush shot through my body. My cunt clenched on her as she found my G-spot.She sucked on my clit and attacked that bundle of nerves. I. I like watching my cum ooze out.?She didn’t budge. He even thought he detected a little frustration, as if she’d maybe been building towards a climax herself.This was a private meeting. Just the two of them. To see whether they could ‘advance negotiations’. Her husband had dropped her off then gone to his own office.?I don’t see any short term fixes.? He said, idly fingering her labia open. ?It will be fifteen, twenty years. That’s how long it’ll take.?She turned her head slowly to look at him.. "After all, I am 17." Sweet 17," I said, "Isn't there a Beatle song about being 17." Is there?" she said."Yeah," I said.I was close enough now to put my arm around her trim waist and lean forward to kiss her neck."Stop that," she said with a giggle."Beautiful, just beautiful," I murmured."You won't tell any one about this, will you?" she said, her voice just a tad breathless."No, no," I said off hand for my hands was now moving over her near naked back."And you promise not to tell dad about me.