"Jesus! Mom!" I protested. "Look at him!" Brenda laughed. "He's so cute when he's embarrassed! Oh, the things I'd do to you if I was your age, eh!" "H...w about another beer?" My mom asked, standing shakily. "Don't you think you've had enough?" I asked. "No. I. Do. Not." she answered, emphasizing each word. "No more for me," I said. "Brenda?" "I probably shouldn't... oh well, what the hell. Maybe just one more." My mother staggered off to the kitchen. "You know we're just joking with you, eh?". .fine Mrs. Gu..gu..Guthrie."We began to walk into the boutique and Josh followed Beverly with me walkingnext to him to see his reactions as we got deeper into the boutique. I couldsee he delighted to be close to all the feminine finery. In the officeMommy took his details down and we put him to work. He had to tidy up theshelves in the store room and throw away empty boxes. We left him to it. Wewere expecting the truck to arrive round about 6 p.m.We kept the doors open in case there were. Lynn made love to my cock. She worked intensely but without hurry, licking up and down my shaft, tickling my balls one minute and squeezing them hard the next if she thought I was getting too excited. She obviously didn’t want me to come, she wanted to play with me, to tease me mercilessly so I would think of her all weekend.My hands weren’t allowed to guide her head. Each time I tried to hold her head in place, she squeezed me hard until I let go. My sister was in control. I wanted to lean my. ” She ignored my outstretched hand and leaned in, kissing me on each cheek. I blushed, self-consciously. I heard a soft chuckle as Mr Duggan came around the car. “Don’t mind Mia, she’s just being friendly.” I shook his hand. “Hi, Mr Duggan, I’m Melissa...” “Call me Michael. “ He smiled. “Thanks for arranging a viewing at such short notice.” “Not at all, it’s nice to be out the office on a day like this.” We made small talk as we made our way to the main entrance, a concierge waiting in the.