Then he got up and moved between her legs. He was still fingering her, but his face was extremely close to her pussy. It was almost like he was examin...ng her pussy while he played with her. My wife was stroking my dick while we kissed. I looked down and Anthony moved forward, inching his face closer to her pussy. He was so close, I wondered if he was going to eat her.My wife knew where he was positioned and did nothing to stop him. That indicated to me that she was fine him being that close to. "Joey, I can't go to the prom with you. I'm sorry. Maybe we can go next year when I'm a senior." It's okay, I understand. Someone else probably has already asked you." Well, to be honest with you, five guys asked me to go but the reason I can't go is because of my grandma's birthday. She's going to be seventy and our whole family will be going to Kentucky to surprise her. I'm so sorry; I would have loved to go with you." Well, maybe we can do something else together sometime. Right now you're. “No, because you know exactly where that will lead. I am not going to let you break your own rule when you’ve had too much wine to drink.”“Would you at least cuddle me?” she asked.“If you promise to behave!”She nodded, with a little pout, and I went to sit with her on the couch. We sat cuddling without speaking for nearly an hour. Kara’s breathing was slow and steady, almost like she was asleep.“Steve?” Kara said, finally stirring. “Did I really say the ‘F’ word at dinner in front of. Thinking to myself, Mom was pretty good at this shoppingbusiness. Not only had everything she picked out for me fit properly, allthe clothes also seemed to really emphasize my long legs and curves theway you'd expect a teenage girl's attire to do. Of course, Mom's aptitudeand proficiency selecting nice clothes that fit properly shouldn't havebeen such a surprise knowing how Mom used to model these kinds of clothesfor a living before she had Dave and I. When she returned, she handed mea.