Natural, of course: his brother had a wife and a kid, a life of their own. He should contact his brother about his plans, but needed a good excuse… ...o, he really didn’t. Roger was family. Pulling out his cell, he keyed in the number, still familiar to him even after so long. His brother picked up on the second ring. ‘Holy shit, Jahn, that you? Been awhile, bro.’ ‘Yeah,’ Jahn responded uncomfortably. ‘Time flies…’ ‘It’s cool, buddy. ‘Shell and Joey keep me busy here. Need anything, or you just. " I understood. It was not the offer of baked beans that pleased her. It was being called sweetheart. It was a term I used often talking to my wife and daughter, and the young ladies I worked with. Lizvette, I gathered, wasn't used to it, or wasn't expecting it from me. "That would be so perfect," she said quietly. "Tell me. Are you in a class with Bethie at school?" We stood facing each other on the patio as I looked down into her dark eyes, like onyx, reflecting sparkling flickers of light. She made him feel relaxed, comfortable almost. It did make him a little off-guard.As she sat down across from him again with fresh coffees, he looked at her more closely. Her eyes were so vibrant, so full of life and mischief. She had clearly been through a lot with the divorce and now she was raising her little girl on her own, but she had a relaxed demeanour, and a way of putting you at ease almost immediately which he found very attractive."Cupcake?" she offered.Taking a delicious looking,. .. " she moaned over and over again.I frenched her and started to lick all over her neck as we dry humped."OOoohHhh... " Ala moaned out loud as I palmed and tweaked her dark nipples.She rubbed her panty-clothed pussy hard against my partially exposed cock. I took off her bra and licked her creamy chocolate breasts all over as my hands caressed her slim legs. I glided my fingertips over her inner thighs and soaked camel toe.She looked at me embarrassed, 'It's so wet."I pulled her cloth to one.