"Mom blinked her gray eyes and responded, "That's such a sweet thing to say to your own mother. Thanks, kiddo."When she got up, my eyes lingered on he... dark bush again, but I don't think she noticed. I don't know why I kept eyeing her ass when she walked to my desk either. It shouldn't really have been that captivating.Suddenly mom threw something at me."Whoa!" I protested, barely managing to catch the folder full of papers she had tossed to me."Now get to working on that presentation you're. The welcome from the neighbors had been great. Liz had met half a dozen or so of them on the day she and Ben had moved in. She suspected that they had come around as much to see what sort of furniture she had as to welcome her to the estate, but Liz didn’t mind. It was nice that they were being friendly. She wasn’t terribly good at names but she was trying to make the effort to remember them. There was Hannah Kleich next door; Julia Croft across the street whose husband worked for some computer. She was crap at cooking, she was stubborn as a mule, she was pretty as a picture, she was tone deaf – people laughed, remembering her voice soaring above (and below, and sideways) in the hymns at their wedding – she was artistic and taught him to appreciate Damian Hurst, Jackson Pollock and Magritte; she was also a tiger in bed (though he didn’t say that). She was, he said, a combination that he loved and would always love. She was also very forgiving. Her faith was far stronger than his had. My whole body is tense; it gives me so much pleasure. The way he moves his hips to fuck my throat is incredible. The soft slap of his balls is hitting my chin as he begins to move faster, testing how well I can take his length into the back of my throat. I let out a low throaty moan to tease him, making him growl out, approving of the moans. I continue with them, as I twirl my tongue whilst he fucks my throat. Hips thrusting, tongue swirling, moans from both of us, and the excitement between.