OK?) No fancy breakfast this time, because they had soccer games.Only thing was that Daddy came to pick up Ms Y., and I guess I thoughtshe would go ge... him because she has a nicer car. (Yeah, Marsh, she hastwo just for herself, I guess, the van and a fancy like one -- weird.)But he didn't even say anything. Just chuckled and hugged me and kissedmy head on top and told me not to stay out long enough to get sun spotson my shoulders (and I had to explain about freckles to those twobrunettes. I struggle to contain a moan of loss as he pulls out right before I get off. Thank god our friends are exceptionally oblivious, or else I’m sure they would have noticed I start walking away, looking over my shoulder and make eye contact with my man, as I slip into the bathroom. A few minutes later, just as I’m sure he is about to not show, he eases open the door. I drop to my knees, and fish out his cock before going to town on him, slurping at his man meat. I stare up into his eyes, as I deep. She had come to plead her own cause to me, to enlist my help in her plan for Joyce.Mama was a formidable advocate, and she had advocated on my behalf on many occasions. She didn't come out and say it, but I knew she was counting on me to remember the many sacrifices she had willingly put up with for me. If she wanted to protect Joyce's victory, I could give her that much. I wanted to ask her to try to make sure Joyce didn't attempt yet another seduction, but I was afraid of the reply that. I didn't see Cheryl for a coulpe months since running into her with Wanda, then one day I saw her in the coffee shop sitting with three other peopleshe was sitting next to a guy probely in his fortys a clean cut looking guy buisines type a woman that looked in her late 40's dressed as a twenty something wanna be, wearing a short red skirt with a white blouse white stockings and appeared to be built for sex...the other guy was a tall man thin with a runners build very nicely dressed and about.