If the conversation we had earlier still holds I would give anything to spend a night together with her and I worshiping you and that gorgeous thing b...tween your legs. Betsy had gotten Allie a bit worked up out there and I wondered how I could take advantage of it. We were alone in the conference room so I got up and closed the door after checking to be sure that the prisoners were back secure in their seats. I called out to Betsy and asked if she was going to have something to eat while there. " "Promise." One word was all that I could speak. I was in a sex daze, all of my sensual memories of her in bikinis, bending in front of me to show more of her breasts, leaving the bathroom door half-open as she exited the shower and wrapped a towel around herself, how she had always kissed and squeezed my cheeks calling me her good little boy.We somehow walked, floated, danced, arrived at my bed without losing our embrace, as if any diminution of our flesh to flesh contact would be more than. I put my hands lightly on her head, feeling her silky hair run between my fingers while her mouth slipped down over my engorged cock. I watched as she lifted her head again, my cock slipping out of her throat and into her mouth again. I felt the heat of her mouth and then felt the sensation of her tongue against the head of my cock. I groaned with the sheer pleasure of the feelings and she looked up at me, smiling around my hard rod. She let my cock slip out of her mouth, my cock suddenly. " Why didn't she go with them?" Regan asked, a bit peeved this conversation hadn't take place earlier in the week."They were supposed to be back this evening," Andy said. "They ran into some sort of problems with the schedule so they have to stay the weekend or fly back up Monday morning. Mom had to work - and she has to replace her passport." Do you have a passport?" Regan asked.Andy couldn't help the snort that escaped his lips."I've never been farther than 50 miles from the city," he said..