Ten to nine. I had to go.Oh, now he’s leaving, when it’s too late to do anything. Look at him. Oh yeah, I’ve got to go to work. Ya think? Well, ... have to be out of here too. I half-stomped to the door and bent down to put on my shoes as Dad opened the door and told Mom to have a nice day.“You too, son.” Dad left, leaving the door open for me.Too late. You’ve already ruined it. I tied my shoes and got up, starting out the door without saying goodbye to Mom. I was angry at her too for starting up. "I might have to do that some day. If I find the right photographer, of course." I'd volunteer," I offered.Sharon's responding chuckle was good-natured. I smiled back."We should get going," I said."I still need to fix my hair," she replied.My brow furrowed as I looked at her. I didn't see anything wrong with her hair. But what did I know? I was a guy."Okay," I said. "I'll wait here." Great. I shouldn't be more than a few minutes."Well, it turned out that Sharon's definition of 'a few minutes'. . He humiliated her with his words but it only served to heighten the throbbing she felt for his cum. When she felt she couldn’t stay a minute longer she arose and dressed and was standing at the door with it partially open kissing him good-by when she felt his cock hardening against her stomach and she couldn’t fight the immediate impulse to taste it again and she fell to her knees and began sucking him, licking all around his balls and shaft.She heard voices but her mind was too inflamed to. She uttered a little moan that told me to proceed. She was breathing heavy, sweat already developing on both of us. I bite her lip, and suck her tongue into my mouth. Unable to stop myself, I reach down into her booty shorts and find her pussy, already soaked and waiting for me. I stop kissing her and bite her on her tender neck, feeling her blood pumping in my lips as I suck on her neck, sucking as I went. All the while my hand went to work. Using my hand I rubbed her dense clit with two.