Another woman in the waiting room looked up and asked, “Are you talking about Sue Adams, the painter?”“From what I heard, she’s some sort of r...ally famous painter. I don’t believe it, though. I mean, why would a famous painter work in a restaurant during the graveyard shift?” Kim answered. It didn’t matter to her that Sue had quit to return to her career as an artist. As far as she was concerned, Sue was a waitress, and had probably quit to work someplace else.The woman stared at Dan for a. Elaine was in the bedroom and I kissed her. She pushed me away laughing. I was confused when she put her hand on my face lightly saying how cute I was. She went on to explain that she enjoyed our flirting but there wasn’t a sexual connection for her. She viewed me as just a friend. I was crushed but had an idea…. Elaine was about to leave when I grabbed her hand and gave her a proposal. I told her I wanted to give her oral and that she didn’t need to give back or us having sex. I told her she. I gulped down a few shots of Vodka, which gave me further strength to fight my inner conscience.She came down to the drawing room, draped in a towel just like me and smiled. I asked her to sit down and have a drink. She said she has never taken alcohol before, and I made a screw driver ensuring more vodka less orange juice so that she also relaxes. the mood lighting, music and a couple of sips of screw driver did the trick and she started to relax.I sat next to her undid the towel and started. Rachel saw him. She saw every detail of the boy's still half- erect cock as it bounced up and down. She saw the glistening juices still clinging to his well used fuck pole and the reality hit her like a ton of bricks.'Oh my God!' she thought. 'They've been doing IT!'She almost started to cry. She had spied on her parents once when they had made love and saw the condition of his penis afterwards. It too had hung limp and wet between his legs and the same smell had pervaded the room. The big.