I hate to admit it Steve was right, Brenda was listening, intently and I’m sure getting off on it.Steve now told Chris that recently he’d been get...ing his misses to sit between to chairs to support herself, but allow easy access for him from below. From this position there was no weight what so ever on his misses and her lips could dangle freely. Supporting his head with a pillow meant that he could spend all night there if need be and that by a process of licking and light fingering he’d. He did, and knew better than to look insidewithout permission. Instead, he hesitantly handed it to me. I reachedinside and pulled out a pair of cream-colored panties. At first he didn'tunderstand, at least not until I reached inside them and poked my fingerout through the opening in their crotch.He was putting the pieces together in his head when all of a sudden heblushed. I chuckled and said, "Do you understand now? Can you tell mewhat I had in mind?" His cheeks were bright pink as he. The first time it had been all about Kevin but this time he was sharing the love. He lifted up my sack and licked them as if getting them ready for a detailed inspection. Oh fuck, I moaned. This guy was invading every centimeter of my love tool. It seemed as if he did not know which spot to hit next, he was all over. He spread my legs apart further to gain access to my chassis. DAMN FUCKING SHIT DUDE ! Was all I could manage to get out. He turned me around and started eating my ass. I was. “Mr. Labatt gave us lunch and entertainment money, last night, so we’re good,” I interjected on Lynette’s dad’s words.“Alright, just make sure you tell Sammy’s folks thanks from us, the next time you see them, Lynette,” Ms. Dillon said as she stuffed that twenty back in her bag.“I will, Momma,” Lynette said and stepped up to give both of her parents a peck on the cheek.“See you around five-thirty,” Mr. R said as they walked over to join Mr. and Mrs. Lunby, and Mr. and Mrs. Smythe. Those six.