When I walked into the living room, Kevin jumped as if he thought I was going to hurt him. I decided that maybe something to drink would help calm him...down. "Would you like some coffee?" and for some reason he turned beat red."Do you have some Coca Cola?" he asked, his voice cracking with nervousness.I walked over to the kitchen and poked around the 'fridge. I found a forgotten can of Coke way in the back, and grabbed a Diet Coke for myself. I brought them out and handed Kevin his can, wiping. " I actually believed this, though I also realized it stank of a bit of rationalization even as I typed it and hit send."You're probably right. Maybe my real problem is that it disturbs me a bit that I find it so exciting."I was puzzled by this comment -- wasn't sure what she was referencing. "What do you mean?" I mean ... I almost find Lissa's tasks and what she's doing more exciting than my own. Like ... like I wish I'd been half as daring and brave and naughty when I was that age." Ah, I. Every now and then he would pull his head out of my ass to grab a breath of air and thank me for giving him the privilege of eating my ass. ‘Ahhh…Fuck me! That’s one tasty nigger asshole!’ The young boy slammed his face back into the dark crack of my ass. I could feel his tongue flopping around, making sure to drench every inch of my ass in his spit. Disgusting sounds of wet slurping were bellowing from his mouth. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure as he shoved his stiff tongue as far into. I generally have lunch each day in the Men’s Grill at the Golf Club, so eating out is not an option in the evening. I ‘m ready for some home-cooked grub when I hit that door. She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now, it’s not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner. I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that they won’t clean themselves. I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to.