She used a spoon to scrape up the little chunks of spaghetti noodles. She had missed cutting up one long strand and it slid off to land on her lap.“...hey open a can,” Sean said attempting to get another forkful of noodles.“You’re right,” Suzie said. The bad thing was that they left the can out for them to see. The label on it was white with black letters that spelled out, ‘Generic Spaghetti Sauce.’ Someone had written a little message under the letters saying, ‘Your lunch money at work.’ She had. It was one of those new cell phone things that I’d seen around at the VFW.“Okay?” she said. “My number is already programmed into it under contacts.” I gave her a look. It was clear to her that her assuming I couldn’t afford a phone was kinda insulting. She didn’t mean it that way, I knew, she was just making things more convenient for herself and for me too as an afterthought.“Okay,” I said. “I guess I’ll have to use it for now until I can get one of my own. But I’ll get it back to you as soon. They broke from their kiss, and she hurriedly ripped off her nightie. Now she lay naked beneath him and she watched mesmerised as her young forteen yearold son slipped off his shorts.She reached for his cock and took it in her hand, gasping at the size of it. Oh God it's so hard. Her thumb played over his knob end and wiped off a drop of pre-cum.They kissed again and he moved his weight onto her. She opened her legs and reached to find him again and guide him into her wet and willing hairy. She did want to watch."Well what will it be?" he asked playfully as he rubbed the head of his hard cock across my lips."Mouth," I said softly."Open wide bitch," he ordered.I stretched my mouth wide and his cockhead slid past my lips. I could taste the briny flavor of his precum as it drooled onto my tongue and it was surprisingly not unpleasant."That's a good bitch using your tongue. Are you sure you haven't done this before?" He chided. I hadn't realized I was doing it but he was right. My.