I liked one of the songs. It was the theme song to Spiderman. I showed my superior knowledge to Jessica again. I knew the bass player for the Beatles,...Pat Benatar, did the movie score. I knew Mr. Benatar did lots of movie scores.Once again Jessica was a quick study of the new music. Once again she proved Mr. Brown right when he made her first chair.I loved Saturdays. I had the house to myself. Both my Dad and Mom worked, my older brother was away at college, and my older sister lived with her. She kneeled down and put my cock into her mouth. Her mouth felt so warm and soft, and her tongue delicately danced on my cock's head and shaft. This was one of the better blowjobs I had had in a while - I appreciated this restaurateur beauty's experience.In fact, the whole blowjob was getting a bit TOO intense."I'm gonna cum! I still want to fuck your hot pussy!" I cried out, but too late. I came the next second.Her eyes widened for a moment, but then she shut them, swallowed, and continued to. I was happy with how the day went.On my way home, I texted her to ask if she reached. She sent a picture of a traffic jam. So I replied, “Text me when you reach.”5 minutes later, she sent a snap captioned, “Reached”. It was a mirror selfie. Her hand was on her waist, and her hair was open. My junior girl looked hot!I replied, “Okayyy girl! ????” (with the thirst emoji). To which she replied, “Hahahah.. What?” and I said, “Nothing” and got no response from her.I texted again saying,Me – You look. "Uh, yes, Ma'am, I am aware of that. Just airing out, that's all!" Lucille (the blue-haired matriarch) asked, "Why are you showing your stuff?" No fooling her - she didn't buy the "airing out" comment."Well, Lucille - may I call you Lucille - it's this way. I'm a middle-aged guy exploring myself and my sexual identity. Flashing is simply a way to do it! I apologize you had to see it!" Young man, don't be sorry. I haven't seen a cock since my husband died 13 years ago. It's a welcome sight. How.