”“We told you on Sunday, there was no way we weren’t going to be here.” Eva grinned. “Besides, you whetted our appetite and now we want more... much more.”Sandra smiled, “I like them a lot.”Sandra had dressed in a soft off-white sweater dress showing off her figure, a pair of black stiletto heels. When she turned, I could see the red bottoms. I didn’t see a panty line but she did have on hose. She was so delectable. She smiled at me and turned to Eva and Sean, “Eva and Sean, if you want to. We enjoyed a superb meal, a smattering of light jazz, and an evening that never faltered. We talked as if we had known each other forever, with no awkward silences or miscues. We didn't dwell much on the current crisis, but our conversation carried us everywhere, leaping from one subject to another like a word association test on steroids.We talked about literature, and she revealed a fascination with poetry: Wallace Stevens and Emily Dickinson, an unlikely pair indeed. I mentioned my own. ”“You’ve got yourself a deal!” She smiled, offering her hand.“You know I’ll always do whatever I can to help you,” Grant offered.“Just being here and playing Tom Cruise is good enough for me!” They laughed.“I had better learn my lines to say for our life’s movie.”“I can think of three words.”“Such as?”“I’ll let you figure it out,” she smiled and kissed him.On one of Ellen’s visits, her son, Tom, accompanied her, and she brought along several toys and a colouring book to occupy his time. Grant. She had always like sucking him, but somehow it just never happened anymore. She threw her leg over his head and twisted around, trying to give him the hint that he could reciprocate if he wanted. Unfortunately he didn't like eating her so he didn't get, or more likely, ignored the message.As she drew close to his suddenly throbbing erection she heard movement and realized that Thomas had awakened. He had apparently gotten up to get a drink of water. She was right in the middle of sucking his.