“ Call me Brian,” he said. “There are too many Connellys around here.” “ Oh, I don't think so.” “ No? I'm glad you don't. I just wish th...re were more Lucys. The Lucys are so smart and pretty.” He gazed down at her, still holding her arm, and steered her into the office. Lucy blushed to her toes. Both the Connelly boys did this to her. Marc complimented her frequently, and seemed to stare at her all the time. It distracted her and put her off balance. Marc was elegant, lean and intense. He had. " Whoa. Wow, mum."Helen grinned. "I told you you had no idea what a wild c***d I am."Helen crushed out her cigarette, and, to her son's delight. He was enjoying the unexpected and fascinating glimpse of a shady peripheral world he could only heretofore have imagined, and could not have ever imagined his mother being a part of. Not to mention that the dirty talk was devilish fun. "Okay, so, what was on the menu at this massage parlour besides hand jobs?" Well, there was what they call a 'breast. Then, nothing. Neither of them moved. ‘I guess I have to ask…’ Ben started. Then he noticed that a porn video was actually playing on the TV in his room, with the sound down. ‘Are you stealing my…’ He couldn’t say the word ‘porn.’ Blood pounded red in his cheeks. Tamara’s cheeks were red, too. ‘Oh my god,’ she said, unable to look at Ben. ‘Can I just leave now? God, oh my god.’ Ben laughed without meaning to. Because the laughter surprised him, he tried to suppress it, but then he snorted,. Karen leaned forward again and kissed him while she used one hand to roll her pants past her knees.As she lifted herself up he moved one hand between her legs and cupped her in his hand. Karen stayed where she was, glued to his lips as he moved his hand so that one finger opened her like a flower. He used his thumb to caress her clitoris rotating over the growing bud. He stopped and lifted Karen up, and with his other hand, he pushed her pants down to her ankles. She lifted her right foot and.