She seemed intent on ignoring me for the rest of the afternoon, or at least ignoring whatever relationship we had had. For my part, I was as blissfull... ignorant as everyone else in the room of the details of that relationship. Only Jeanne apparently knew that there had been one, and she treated Shelia with an initial coolness that I'd never seen in her before.After a while, even that thawed. Jeanne could no more ignore the spirit of Christmas than she could stop breathing, and soon she was. "Um, gee sis, that's pretty short notice. I don't know" he started out, unsure of what to do."Oh come on!" she said. "You can't be THAT busy with your new toy. Besides, Teri says she'll just be devastated if you don't come."Bob felt a surge of hope. "She said that?" he asked."She was standing right there, wringing her hands and saying pleeeeeeeeease. Besides, you haven't given me a birthday present in five or six years, and it's high time you fixed that problem." Her voice sounded strained when. I moved down until I reach the short hairs leading to and over her mound. When my middle finger pressed between her lips and found her clit she gasped. "Rick, slow. I'm getting so horny I might, uh, do something, ooh, I shouldn't." Now with my lips to her ear, I promised,"I can do something to make you feel very good without going all the way. Trust me?"She had her hand over mine. Her eyes were closed, her breath was coming heavily, she moaned..."Ok, I trust you." She moved her hand. My hand. I sat a little dumbfounded at her expression, 'You do know what a Gloryhole is Mariel', she said a little exasperated.'Yes', I retorted, 'but you're a beautiful woman, why'? Turns out Sara was a closet back-door girl who frequented places with known 'Glory-holes', 'I like to blow men', she said, 'I think you learn more about a guy when his dick is in your mouth'.Maybe she had a point, (No pun intended) her argument made sense, how many times I have told a guy to shut-up and just put his dick.