Anderson, but I wasn’t going to mislead her. Talking to my mom and dad this weekend had helped me to see how deep our family ties go. I gradually un...erstood that my depression was causing me to raise barriers between my parents and me when I should have been building bridges. I was determined to start off as right as I could with Melody’s family. And Lissa’s, too.“Perhaps we should go to lunch and meet the rest of the family,” Mrs. Anderson said softly. “Tony. Will you help me talk to Melody?”. I rub my tongue deeply into you once more and flick your clit with my finger, the heat and tightness on my tongue rising as you prepare for a massive orgasm, I smile as I get more juice to swallow and gasp as you arch high and push your hips forwards my mouth suddenly overflowing with your juice as your orgasm explodes, you pull your sensitive nipples hard and twist them as you loose control my hands holding your ass giving you support as I lick continually through your orgasm until you finally. Soon enough, I was back on a stool at the same bar I was earlier. I wondered why I came back here? I thought about the scene he would make if he came back her. I ordered a drink, and brought out my phone. I had to find a way back home, and I still knew some people in town. I figured Pearson hated me by now so I-“I know you” I heard. Startled I turned around, and stared blankly on to the face of an older gentlemen, with graying hair. Give it a few years, and he would definitely be a silver fox. ”“Those people have you working on a Sunday?” his mother asked. The disdain in her voice came across clearly.“No, Mom. This is a private client, not one of the shop’s. We met last night after I left Brit and Jaycee and since it was late, and she lives on the other side of the city, she put me up for the night so I could get to work first thing in the morning.”“She? Is there a possibility this could be a new girlfriend?”“Unfortunately, no. Just an employer.” He felt like he was lying to her, but.