Uninvited, she pulled my jeans down and off before kneeling and sucking my cock with more enthusiasm than skill.“You know what I could do with?” s...e asked. “I could murder a cup of tea.”“Okay,” I said, pulling my underpants back on and confident that we could resume the festivities later. “Don’t go away.” To confirm ownership, I pulled a braless breast out and licked the nipple, then ran a finger along her slit for emphasis.“You gonna fookin’ eat me after?” she said.“I fuckin’ am,” I replied. That should make her feel better. It does that for me, so I poured myself some.Mercy came up to me and said, "Make me one of those. I need it after what Chuck and Lisa have been through. I don't know what they've been doing, but it's been serious. Those two are into something that's really scary lately. I really don't need this. Mom's even coming early because she thinks Chuck's getting in too deep. She doesn't know what he's into, but she's determined to get him out."I said, "Both of you need. I was getting more mature while she was getting more sophisticated. I dressed for comfort while she dressed to impress. She wanted to appear like a fashion plate and had to spend hours picking out just the right combination of clothes. Heaven forbid she should wear the same out fit twice within a two week period. She would also fuss with her hair for what seemed like hours. A few times I would offer to brush her hair for her. She would sit there and purr like a kitten. She counted one hundred. So was I. Pippa had suggested that I open yet another bottle, this time of red wine (we were drinking more than we ever had also!!) and that we retire to the small snug we had between the kitchen and the lounge. It had a small wood burning stove and as it was a bit chilly so I got it going. We had three two seat sofas surrounding the fire, effectively making a square with one side being where the fire was. A lamp in the corner, and the flickering light from the fire, makes it also a very.