Damn… she needed more sleep. Giggling a little, she turned the corner, wondering if she was ever going to listen to herself when she gave advice. Sh... was constantly thinking that she needed more sleep, but whenever she wasn’t out with her friends when they went out, she always ended up feeling like she’d missed something. And sometimes that was ok, but sometimes it just really wasn’t, especially when it was something fun and she hadn’t been doing anything exciting at all. It just seemed like,. He had an annoyed look on his face, but he was happy. Happy. Not a word he used often or a feeling he felt often. He still had the melancholy air inside of him at the loss of his family, but Emma had lifted the black cloud of depression from him. He could truly call himself happy now. At least as happy as he could be. He started to move away from the shop window, knowing that if he stayed there any longer then it was conceivable that Emma would convince him to buy new clothes and he didn’t want. Getting up, he walked around to the end of the bed. Sitting down, he then laid back and maneuvered himself under Sue's spread legs. Placing his hands on her hips he pulled her down to squat over his waiting mouth. She moaned as his tongue and lips stroked and pulled her pussy lips and his nose tickled her sweet little clit.The smell of pussy permeated the small room and the sight of this exquisite little woman between her legs drove Sharon near to the brink of yet another orgasm. She knew what. "My how handsome."Then she got a puzzled look on her face. "Are those your church pants?" Yeah, Mom," I replied, "why?" She looked at me disapproving. "Sweetie,those are too light. It's only going to be about 20 degrees tonight." But Mom," I argued, "I was planning to wear my black winter jacket."It wasn't a convincing argument for her. "But your legs will befreezing, do you not have any other pants you can wear? How about somegood jeans?" Mom, this is for a date with Stacy, I want to look.