She was reacting to the way he looked at her. With a start, Roxie found she was wondering if her son had a hard-on.Startled by the thought, she droppe... her cup."Oh, shit!" She darted her hand to her mouth, her face flushed.The cup shattered on the floor, coffee spilling everywhere. She stared down at the mess."I'll get it, Mom." Rich grabbed some paper towels and squatted at her feet. "You're sure jumpy this morning. Are you nervous about something?"She felt his eyes staring at her knees, and. “You are very naughty ogling my body when you should have been interviewing me” you say to me.I reach up to touch your pussy. You playfully slapped my hand away.“No touching until I say so” you say to me.You kick off your high heels and tell me to start kissing up your legs. “You can start with my right foot” you say to me.I start tenderly kissing your right foot slowly working my way up your right leg.“Don’t you dare touch kiss my pussy” you say to me.You know as I follow every instruction to. I put his hand on my tent. I made him rub my dick under the fabric. His small, girlish hand didn’t reach around my stiff dick. It felt FANTASTIC when he rubbed his tiny hand up and down the full length of my dick. I knew it would probably be hard to get that demanding monster into his mouth….but that was his problem. He must know how to fit a big cock into his small mouth.I put one hand on the back of his head and pushed it down to the wet spot at the top of the pyramid in my pants. His. I have already been a bad host by leaving you out in the cold. Let’s get you warmed up.” He ushers him away from the living-room door and into the kitchen. “I didn’t get chance to say goodbye earlier, and I wanted to thank you again for your help today,” he says, as he sits down at the kitchen table. “Oh it’s no problem, I really don’t mind helping out when it’s for an artist as good as you. Can I get you a whisky?” she asks, as she gets two glasses out from the cupboard. “Mmm please, a.