David just shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. "Well you might as well put the kettle seeing as you are here."He watched her depart and wondered what h...d just happened. Was Mrs Lewis moving in on the act, starting to order him about as Jason did? He would gladly trade Mrs Lewis for Jason any time, especially if he got to do for her what he did for her son. He made the coffee and took Mrs Lewis her cup. There was a brief exchange, friendly enough and of no consequence. David headed upstairs to. She nodded, her eyes still closed. ‘Is it them?’ she asked. ‘Yeah,’ he told her. ‘You wore them out good, but they’re alive. They’ll be okay – they just need some rest.’ ‘But all of the other things I did…,’ she protested weakly, her slurred words indicating that drowsiness had finally set in on her. ‘Shhhhhh,’ he shushed her. ‘No need to worry about them now. You need your rest too. How do you feel?’ ‘Good,’ she replied, slowly licking her chapped lips. ‘Normal… and sleepy.’ ‘I’m tired too,’. " Yes, because of Popova." (5)"We understand Sveta, we understand. Did you know Popova had cancer? She was trying to build her own memorial, so to speak. I think she lost objectivity, too. Vyera was a very unlucky coincidence and..." And when Vyera proved to be such a nice person, I suppose I began to think of her as much more than ... well much more than just another of Anatoly's 'special employees'." I know, I know." So I decided I had to do something good. Just for the sake of someone else.. I was so aroused and licked her pussy to the extent that I had to take a moment to breathe and soon within a second I placed my lips again on her wet dripping pussy. Drinking every drop of her love juices I started to lick again as if I was licking an ice cream.And now I could feel her have her first orgasm as her body frozen as she raised her ass a little, grabbing the bedsheet so tight with both her hands and her thighs pressing so tight against my ears. I drank every bit of her cum and she.