“I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to punish you this week.” (A lie.) “But as I feared your old disrespectful habits seem to be stubborn ones....�� She then looked down on his cock which, to her amusement, was in a half-mast state, not completely flaccid, but it wasn’t a full blown erection either. She thought to herself, That seems appropriate. Still looking at his cock, she places the hairbrush on the couch, “Let’s not take a risk by having you dirty up my skirt with any of your nasty slime,. My face feeling weird and my eyes were foggy. I must have cried myself to sleep. I got up and listened for my mom. I was still alone in the house it seems. I went to the bathroom and started running a bath for myself.I decided I was just going to stay away from the Robertson’s. I don’t want to run into Mr Robertson again and I sure as hell don’t want my mom to lose her job. Where would we go? No. Its best I kept my distance. I was sitting on a couch in the lounge drawing in my sketch book. It had been years since she had felt anything like that. Something inside her kept churning, her thoughts once again turned to Howard only now she was questioning their sex life. It had become routine, same old thing. The old hop on pump away for a few minutes and off, once every few weeks. Like something that just had to be done, like taking out the trash. Howard had been her only lover for the past twenty years, except for one very clumsy attempt at sex in the back seat of her first. She wanted him to touch her so badly. Paul looked closely at her eyes and saw the longing there, she looked so horny lying there ready for anything he could give her. He bent his head and placed a lingering kiss on her mouth and felt her respond to him, pushing her tongue in his mouth, searching out his tongue. Her legs parted a little more, her hand searching for his and finding it pulled it towards her pussy until she felt his touch. He was a little taken by surprise by her reactions but.