I never asked, and her married surname (Jones) wasn't any help.Her hands went down my back to my butt, kneading, as we kissed. Mine went to unbutton ...er blouse, revealing her fabulous, round bra-clad boobs. I fondled them greedily.She moved her hands to my belt and unbuckled it, then pulled down my zipper. All right! She wanted to get straight to it!Her hand snaked down into my underwear and I gasped -- so warm! I grabbed as much of the front of her knee-length skirt as I could and pulled. That left me and Trevor alone. ‘Wow … you have an autographed Babe Ruth baseball?’ ‘Yep. My dad left it to me.’ ‘COOL!’ He looked around further and found my walls covered with sports stuff. Lots of things were left to me by my dad, who was the biggest sports fan ever. I, on the other hand, like sports, but I don’t let it consume me. Trevor flopped down on the wine-colored sectional and eyed all the electronics. ‘You must have 100 remotes for all this, Mike!’ ‘Almost!’ I laughed. He was a. ‘Or maybe a pendulum.’ Several moments of awkward silence passed, and then he spoke again. ‘You see, I have to make hard decisions on occasion, and most often there is no right decision per se, only one that is less…’ He paused for a while, looking down at his hands as if in deep concentration. ‘Destructive.’ They were sitting at a small table in a dimly lit room. One single bulb illuminated the room, naked in an old green fixture overhead with a beaded chain hanging down a few feet above them.. When his hands fell away, she raised her head and let him see her mouth full. She lifted her tongue slightly causing it to drip from the corner of her lips while he watched. As she flicked her tongue out to catch the drop, he smiled at her. He had said many times that he loved seeing her be the dirty slut they both knew dwelt deep inside of her. She swallowed and let out a slight whimper at the joy it gave her to have part of him become part of her. "That's my wonderful pet. Thank you." He made.