Mom said yes. Can we go somewhere tonight?” She could hear him thinking over the phone.“Sure, do you have any ideas where?” he asked.“How abou... coffee at Sullivan’s on main? I’ve heard they make a delicious cheese cake.”He responded, “Sure. 6:30 okay? I have some homework to do first.”“That sounds good. Oh, one more thing, mom demands to meet you first, so if you could come here around 5:45 that would be great. Her questions shouldn’t last more than about a half hour,” she responded.She could. Special to me." That's stepping over a pretty solid line, Sis. They have a name for that kind of thing, and society isn't too keen on people doing what you're suggesting. You sure you want to go there? Cross that line?" I needed to know what her true feelings were."Do you?" she dodged my question.I had to think about it for a minute, but in all honesty? For some perverse reason, I couldn't think of one good reason not to cross it, and a whole lot of reasons why I wanted to. Only one of them had. It made her moan. She was caressing my hairs. Her nipples were totally erected. She asked me in a very weak voice if I can give her some oral pleasure. Since she had given me a wonderful blowjob, there was no reason for me to not to fulfill her wish. So I went down and kissed around her naval for a bit and then parted her legs and started licking her pussy. Within seconds she was moaning, arching her body, pressing and squeezing her boobs, thrusting her pelvic against my face.I felt her pussy. Her job at the clothes factory might be demanding and poorly paid but it was a precious commodity in an age where paid employment of any kind was hard to find and easy to lose. Odile hadn't worked for nearly a year now and that was in a pub where she made extra cash by giving blowjobs to some of the more affluent customers. Not that she really minded that much. She liked Edith, she might even love her, but she liked cock as well. It made a change from licking pussy.Odile walked down the.