All the control she thought she had regained with her orgasm was lost when she approached the table to deliver the sandwich to the teen. Just thinking...about the actions she'd performed in the bathroom made her sticky cunt start to ooze lube again. The flirting didn't help - especially since Sara couldn't be sure the suggestive comments the girl made meant that she was flirting. Certainly they all had more than one meaning. Toward the end of her meal, the teen's attitude changed slightly.. She moaned again. Her hand rubbed my back and she pushed up to me. Then she did something I didn't expect. Her other hand reached down between us and took hold of my stiff cock. It felt wonderful. She just squeezed it and rubbed it while I nursed. Of course there was no milk, but we both got a thrill from what we were doing.After a while we just stopped. Sam got out of my bed and went to the kitchen. When I went out she had fixed me a bowl of cereal. She watched me while I ate. "I don't think. “I’m comfortable with it if you are, sir.” Lana replies, turning towards him with her hands behind her back. She stands at attention like a submissive brat, poking out her chest and emphasizing her bra-less breasts. Two pearly nipples press through the thin cloth, confirming Mark’s suspicions.“Since you’re okay with it, I’ll come in. And finding the package would be quicker with both of us looking for it. I’ve got to get home in the next fifteen minutes or so.” Mark states, cryptically. I figured she was in there trying to figure out how to tell her daughter. Or what to say to me. But I was wrong. Around noon she came skipping out of her room. Not literally, but certainly in the best mood we had seen her in for years. She was dressed sexier than usual (at least for an old lady), and whistling as she made herself some coffee. My wife asked her where she had been all morning. And she shot me a smile and told my wife, I slept in. In fact, she said, that is the best I have slept.