I wondered what she was wearing now but my bet was the plain stuff.I looked at her with new eyes; perhaps the sexier underwear had put a new complexio... on this situation. She looked more content than I had seen her since Dad died. She looked back at me in quiet submission as an idea started to form in my mind. Returning to the wardrobe, I said, “Pick your favourite.”She sorted through and pulled a sleeveless dress out; it was a dark blue silk with a gold braid trim. The neckline was cut deep. He didn’t suspect that everything in flight would eventually come down, whether from fuel exhaustion, or the preprogrammed loss of auto-pilot. He only knew he was scared and freezing cold.“Mom! It really is me! Other things happened tonight, and are still happening from what I can see—” He again stopped in his tracks, halfway across the driveway of his friend Devon Reynolds’s house. The household was dark, just like every abode he’d passed tonight trying to get home, but a friend and his family. "If you do a good job, I might get distracted enough to make a mistake and push you over the edge." She then began to suck my cock once more. That was all the encouraging that I needed. I attacked her clit with my tongue like a wild man. As I did she began to suck harder and faster. The closer I got, the more I tongued her clit and pussy. The more I licked the more she sucked. In my crazed state I thought that it might really be true that she would lose her focus and make me cum. I did. After a good run she returned home to warm down on the drive, having a drink and wiping away the sweat. The hot man noticed that the runner he had seen was actually living opposite him and thought his luck was in and went over to introduce himself. “Hello there, I am Peter, how are you?” Steph was a bit startled but once she turned round and realised who it was she went a bit embarrassed, luckily she was already red faced from running so it did not show to him. “Hello Peter, I am well.