Your lips part slightly, causing my body to react in a dyer aching need for a fix of your luscious mouth. Hesitantly you begin to lower your face, and...for an instant I thought you were going to kiss me. Only you exceed further past. I feel your fingers trace the curve of my jaw up to my ear, pull a curtain of hair, and tuck. My heart is racing as you draw near, closer. Seductively I bite down on my lower lip until I taste blood. Chills spread all over my body when feeling your warm breath. This amount wouldn't change regardless of who the ultimate beneficiary's ended up being. Uncle Bunny had given me the ability to change his designated bequests. Frank hadn't mentioned this provision to me until after I had reached the age of twenty one. He didn't say it, but I believed that Uncle Bunny had left him a separate set of instructions that he used as a guide in how and when he presented certain information to me.The meeting with Frank lasted for over two hours. I told Frank to. The whole time they had been cleaning, Susan had still worn nothing but her panties and Alan just his T-shirt.The more Alan recovered from his last orgasm, the more he grew distracted by her luscious body, especially her continually jiggling boobs.She seemed to take her sweet time cleaning up, purposely shaking her rack as she rubbed the carpet with a damp towel. Now that she'd gotten started, all she wanted to do was make her son hard and then suck, lick, and stroke him until he was empty,. Thankfully, she continued. "I want to experience something you've said you can do to yourself. I want to be able to feel that good. And since neither of us is in a relationship, I figure you're the safe and best choice. I know I won't regret it." She pressed her body against mine, our lips teasingly close. "I want to do this with you." "Don't you have to work?" I said. Fuck, I'm such an idiot. "Shit. Do you not want this?" she asked. "More than anything," I reassured her. "Listen, my.