Sitting in my computer chair, my dick bulging in my pants, trying my best to hide it, Sharise had just inquired as to me doing oral sex on a teenage g...rl and what it would take to eat her pussy. And, being a bit hesitant, knowing I was married to Karissa's mom, I wasn't sure how to answer it. Little did I know, Karissa would openly admit to me she'd seen me eat her mom out, and thought it was pretty fucking hot.When Sharise entertained the idea of me going down on her, I found it appealing. But I want it at the same time. It... feels good, more than good.” Patiently he waited while I struggled to find the words.“I'm scared of getting pregnant. I never wanted to have kids, but... a part of me”, I laughed as I realised what I was going to say. “is just scared, that you won't fuck me, when I am pregnant.”Now he laughed. “Oh, I will. Maybe more careful, but I will. More?” He pointed to my empty plate and I shook my head. I had more questions, but that could wait.“I don't remember much. .. " Is this a special occasion for you and your daughter?" We both busted out in laughter and Sarah quickly retorted : "No this is my uncle, and it is my birthday!"(even though it was NOT) The waiter blushed and said : "Well then , Happy Birthday!" "Would you like a free dessert?" "Yes I would", she replied .. some Creme Brulee, with rum sauce." The waiter nodded and said, "it will be a moment, we will make you a fresh one...please be patient..and Happy Birthday again". We agreed, as we were. . actually ... I was sort of hoping that maybe you would hire me for something. I need to make some money pretty quick." Hire you for something," he said. His business wasn't really off the ground yet. He'd done some photography for local politicians for their literature and had shot a few ads for the newspaper, but that was all. He still had to go to work four days a week at the factory in town. She knew that, and he was curious about what she had in mind."Yeah, you know, yard work, or house.