Can you pull the blanket up?” I did and we went to sleep, even as I wondered how sticky we’d be in the morning.>>>>>>I was dealing with the bane ...f my existence—paperwork—just after 10:00 one morning when Sandra walked into the office. “It’s Ingrid on the phone, Matt.” I picked up immediately. Ingrid never phoned me and I doubted that she would unless there was an emergency.“Ingrid! What’s up? Is everything okay?”“Yes, everything is fine, but Miss Lucille is going into labor. Mrs.. Marilyn was never quite in that league.That’s not to say she wasn’t good looking. She was. I remember clearly once when Maggie was looking through some old pictures of us and she said, in the most delightfully tactless way, “Wow, Mom, you used to be hot! What happened?” While I tried to keep from laughing, Marilyn looked daggers at Maggie and asked me if she was allowed to kill her. Of course, the best response was when I told Marilyn she was still hot, but now it came in flashes. That got her. The sight was wonderful. She looked up at him with a cheeky grin on her face while continuing to stroke his penis. He just chuckled. She moved so that she was positioned inbetween Michaels legs and had better access to his cock. She took as much of it in her mouth as she could and sucked delicately while stroking it with her warm hand. Using the silky underside of her tongue, she swept it side to side against Michaels frenulum before continuing her sucking. She stared in to his eyes devilishly. I managed to do my chores and be ready in time. As i dried her body she snapped "make sure you only touch me with the towel, i don't want your hands on me and pass my dressing gown, i don't want you looking either, are my clothes washed?" i nodded "then they need to be put on the line to dry." I wanted to protest it was getting dark outside but i could easily be seen by a neighbor, still i felt a wave of excitement rush through me, "Serve me my dinner and then do it!" Cowering i did as i was.