.Marcus doesn't want youthere....in fact he doesn't want you in the house....." she answeredtimidly."WHAT!" I exclaimed."But........but....that's all ...art of the fantasy." I whined."Well....if you don't want me to go through with it...." she wheedled.I knew she wanted to go through with it, I could see the lust in her eyesbut I also wanted to be part of it. Submissively I realised I should lether do it but that would mean frustration for me. I wanted more time tothink it over but knew I was out. Glist had had a one-off night of passion that ended in pregnancy gave Lindsey hope that her parents might reconcile. I suppose Lindsey wasn’t handling the divorce as well as I thought, and it was only the possibility of the remarriage that brought out how much she longed for having her parents together.This possibility was hard on me, too, but for the opposite reason: I was afraid that they might reunite. Before the divorce, a scant five months before, Mr. Glist was Lindsey’s dad. But since. . take it in you mouth.. Please.. ". That was enough coaxing for me, not that I needed any in the first place. I parted my lips a little and gave his gorgeous cock a sensual kiss and then another. Jake was squirming and had place both his hands either side of my head and had begun pulling my mouth onto his cock. I obliged and first let the head of his massive pole into the confines of my wet warm mouth where I swirled my tongue around his sensitive glanse and over his now drooling slit again. “Beats me. I left the window open before work, perhaps it was that.”“Huh,” he said after wiping his slightly wet fingers in his pants. “Anyway, so?”I reached for the beer on his thighs. He let go of his grip as soon as I touched the can, making it fall between his legs and forcing me to dig my hand to grab it. “So what?”“The movie, asshole. How about we watch it together?”Sigh. “I don’t know, man. Ann’s going to come home later tonight.”“So what? We just watch the clock. It’s not like we never.