She must have felt his straining manhood, even as tightlyencased in the spandex panel as it was."Let's go, Sister!"She took him by the hand and led hi... out to the living room. Cheers andlaughter and all the lovely chatter of college girls erupted. They toldhim how cute he looked, toyed with the fabric of his apron, and generallymade a big fuss. A few gave him sisterly kissed. Chris's initialapprehension and embarrassment faded, and he reveled in the attention.A big "TA-DAH!" caught. I reassure her when I caress her her cheek with my thumb and gently brush her hair beind her ear. She continues, "I always wanted you for more than a friend but didn't want to "just" have sex with you! I couldn't hold back any longer when I heard you moan when we were on the phone".I start to talk although she cuts me off and her words escape quickly but in an aprehensive tone, "...because....I...I'm in love with you!" Her eyes dart away from mine as she lowers her head. I slide down into the. ”“I hate to tell you this, but your son is a bully.”The rage within started to boil as memories of never being believed by authorities returned. He didn’t know how many times a small guy picked a fight with him in order to prove that he was some kind of tough guy. Always the jerk ended up flat on the ground and bleeding. If the kid that picked the fight with his son wasn’t laid out flat, then his son didn’t hit back.He said, “I’ll be there in thirty minutes. I’ll want to talk to you when I pick. ”He looked at me. “Really?” I nodded and he froze, clearly still not sure if I was kidding.Only one thing to do… I undid my pants and lowered them. “Well, get under there,” I said and he got down so quickly I thought he’d dropped a winning lottery ticket.Back in my seat without any pants, I heard him mutter, “Oh my god,” and he leaned between my spread thighs and licked my pussy.I moaned as he shoved his tongue in deeper and kept going like a cat with a bowl of milk. I loved it — so much so.