A few minutes later, she brought in the coffee pot."Here's what's left. The men folk done left early this morning for the baseball thing. I'm gonna fi...ish up, and go see my sister in Yonkers. If you gets hungry, I figure you done know your way around a kitchen," she told me. "But for the life of me, I don't know where you learned it." Have a nice time, Prissy. And thanks for the breakfast!" I told her.I dawdled over my coffee, waiting for nine o'clock. I checked the clock in the hall and saw it. A hour or so passes. Isabelle has ceased struggling, staring at the erotically painted ceiling in the darkening light. Despite her best efforts, she could not free herself, nor twist in such a way as to find her release, orgasmic or otherwise. James opens the door quietly, watching her contemplate her current situation."Supper awaits," he startles her. In a few steps, he is by the bed, his fingers caressing the wet flesh that has yet to stop aching for attention. Isabelle moans in appreciation,. She hardly ever had any alcohol and we were not having sex, like we use too. I just thought everything would ware off and we would go back to our normal routine. I had to get back to work, someone had to pay the bills, back to the old grind. It was Wednesday and I had to leave for LA. this Friday, I would be gone for two weeks.It had been four months since we got the Jeep for Travis. It seemed like our plans had worked. He had made three real good friends and did have a couple of dates but. He pulls the gown totally off her, and rolls her to her back. He slowly kisses down her body, stopping to lick and suck on each of her breasts, then down to her pussy.He finds Amelia is sloppy wet, even before he makes her cum. He dives in sucking and licking every piece of her, spending extra time on her clit. He shoves two thick fingers inside, moving them slowly in and out of her, adding speed with each move. He stops sucking her clit just before she is about to cum and removes his fingers..