Dexter listened to the television totally baffled by what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe the kinds of things they were saying about him. He won...ered if anyone had talked to anyone who actually knew him.Some pundits called him a communist, socialist, and anti-corporate activist. Other pundits asserted that he was the defender of the working man. A university professor type had declared that he had single-handedly turned business practices upside down with the consequence that the long term. "You put my alcohol in hands, so this is on you, step bro," she slurred slightly.I just watched Sarah jiggle around somewhat. "Damn it, step sis." You know what, you two should talk about this," Chris pointed out, taking Sarah's hands. "I'll take care of her. Shit, Shelia, it was years ago, maybe she should just let it go."Shelia clenched her fists and began grinding her teeth too. I felt to be walking on eggshells at the moment, so I brought my hands towards her."Don't touch me!"I took a deep. He was a fine young man. Yet now she was starting to see in the near future and worry about how lonely she may become.She doubted if she would ever be able to attract another man now at her age. Her doubts were way off. She was 41 years old, yet definitely still very attractive. She continued to go to the gym three times a week. Not so much to continue looking great, which she did. More so her motive was to remain healthy. She was always promoting a healthy lifestyle for herself and for her. I looked away from his perfect, youthful face for a second. Time to stop teasing. Before I knew it, I was kneeling in front of him, pulling his boxers down over his massive erection. It sprang out at me, and for a minute, I just stood there, gaping. "Wow... it's so... big..." I managed to say.He gave me a wicked smile and pushed my head gently so that my mouth was at the tip of his dick. I took his impressive member in my hand, planting soft kisses on it teasingly, then lightly licking the head.