The dancer in my show was Tomyka's cousin. He was aware that myprevious assistant had moved on and suggested that Tomyka might be agood fit for the op...n position."Courtney," he said, "she's beautiful, educated, organized andenergetic. Her whole world has been turned upside down by Katrina.Right sow she's a refugee, but I'm telling you, this girl is a classact. I'm sure she'd do a great job managing everything you have to dealwith."I liked her right away. Even though she had been forced to flee. " "Hi Mrs. Schmidt. You look nice in those shorts." "Why thank you! Oh David, Werner and I want you to come for dinner tomorrow night. Seven pm. Upstairs." The way she said it, she didn't even consider me not accepting. I was hesitant. But she was the landlord and I wanted to be on their good side. "Um..okay. Thank you. I'll be there, Mrs. Schmidt." She smiled and continued watering the grass. Dinner was a bit tense. Frieda seemed to want to draw me out, but she also seemed very nosy. "Do you. ”“I’m going to show this to Clint when he’s free!” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, just like that Mommy. You know what I love!”My mother groaned into my twat. Her tongue thrust up into my depths. She swirled it around in me. I clenched down on her tongue. My hips wiggled back and forth. The delight had my toes curling. This wonderful rush of bliss threatened to consume me.A wild passion that needed to explode out of me.Her tongue darted through my folds. She caressed and teased me. My butt-cheeks. ‘I knew there was a reason why I came by,’ I said as I sat down. Bree just smiled ‘So what really brings you here?’ Might as well pull the band aid off quick, no point in drawing this out. ‘Well, I was kinda hoping you might be free for dinner tonight.’ ‘Dinner!’ Bree actually squeaked when she said the word. Clearly I’d surprised her, hopefully in a good way. ‘Uhhhh, sure. What did you have in mind?’ she continued sheepishly. ‘How about I surprise you? Does 6:30 work?’ She just nodded her.