"I can't believe Mom doesn't suck you on a regular basis. Your cum is soo delicious." That's not the only thing Mom doesn't do on a regular basis, Cas...."She put her hand around my deflated shaft. Just the touch of her hand was enough for it to re-harden. "I think I can help out with that, when we get to the apartment," she said with a sly smile on her face. We arrived shortly thereafter and Cass bent down, kissing my crown before stuffing me back in my pants. "We don't want to give the. She flushed, and clenched up a little bit, but decided to trust him. He licked the inside of her thigh with a long stroke, causing her to laugh, which also made her relax. Then, he moved up, and gently nudged her pussy lips with his tongue."Hmmmmmmmmmm..." she let out, with a little smile, as his tongue worked its way up and down. She moaned softly, as he gently probed her pussy with his tongue. Dirty? Perverted? Who cares, if it made her feel like this?He sensed her relax, and heard her soft. It would probably do as much good.’ Jake buried his head in my file for a few more minutes, then began to read off facts as if I didn’t know them. ‘5ft 5inches 127pounds that’s just about perfect for your body mass.’ ‘Then why do I still have the belly dancer’s pot?’ I asked. ‘Max you are over forty, that small belly comes with the territory. You are lucky that there isn’t forty more pounds in your rear.’ ‘I know. I used to eat all the wrong things and drink beer. God those were the days,’ I. I attended a military high school." I like the way you talk down to me, like you're the adult and I'm the child," she said, beginning to kiss me again."Didn't your husband give orders or tell you what he expected of you?" "Musty? No way, I told him what I expected of him." Was that his name?" Musty was my nickname for him. It was short for mustard. He was yellow like, how do you say, baby shit," she said with an obscene laugh."I'm getting the picture that you didn't respect Musty. Why did you.