Her boobs were raising and lowering while inhaling and it was killing me inside. But I was unable to do anything and later we reached the destination....here were many of our relatives at the funeral.There were several small houses like a colony. They had left some houses for the relatives who came to attend the funeral from far. Then mom said –Mom: I will stay in their home as they might need any help in making coffee or tea for the relatives.I was disappointed as she was going away. Then I. He blushed and his head backed away a little, obviously stunned. “You’re a one creepy Motherfucker!”I just smiled at his remark.“Do your pick-up lines even work?” he said dismissively with a raised brow.“Well does it?” I smirked.“No! And quit smiling like pervert because it’s creepy!” he is now blushing beet red.I’m getting tired of playing nice so I made my move.“How loud do you moan in bed?” I said aggressively.His jaw dropped and definitely looks mortified “Fuck off old man!” he stood up and. ” Mike sighed as he grabbed his aching cock, and began to strop its erect length vigorously, Michelle’s smiling eyes nowhere near a clock - she knew a minute was far longer than he’d ever require after such erotic stimulation, but she taunted him just the same, to have him expel the maximum tribute from his balls.“You’re so pathetic ... nothing more than a mere plaything of women. You’re going to be taught a lesson when on vacation ... and you’ll know submission as never experienced before.”. " Thank you very much," I said. Trent and I stepped away from her desk."Friendly," he muttered.Before I could reply, the office door opened and a man in his middle years stepped out."Mr. Porter? I'm Dan Lightner," he said, stepping over and holding out his hand."Sean Porter," I said. "This is Trent Abbott." Mr. Abbott, great to meet you," said Lightner. "Come on in." Please, call us Sean and Trent," I said. "Anytime somebody says Mr. Porter, I start looking around to see if my dad is.