I felt conflicted, watching her fingering me as she slid her knees out wide on all fours. The thought of his cock in another woman was not a comfortab...e one, but at that moment, my rationale was in the insane column.He looked to me. Smart boy. Silently he sought my permission and was leaving the decision in my hands. The dancer returned her mouth to my pussy, licking my nectar, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. How could I say no? We’d already gone this far. It was Vegas after all. I. My groin was pressed up against her tight little butt, my thighs against the back of her thighs, my right hand gripping her hip and my dick buried as far as it would go in her burning pussy. After savouring the feel of her for a few moments I started to slowly withdraw and slide in again. I knew it would be a short fuck, as my orgasm started building only moments after I entered her, so I tried to prolong it as best I could. It became a slow, grinding screw, I put my hand across her body and. The small rancher was immaculate. The grounds were green and well tended, the house bright and painted in light, subtle colours, furnished in a modest, modern style. As he looked around the Living Room, he saw their wedding picture and immediately felt his sharp intake of breath. He had almost forgotten how lovely she had looked on that day. The picture was a somber reminder of what had been lost.His reaction was not lost on Steve."That's what I did when I came back from the morgue. I couldn't. He turned to her and paused, contemplating whether or not to sayanything, but then finally spoke. "Why do you keep calling me Andrea?" You mean you don't know?" Sarah giggled."I don't have a clue," Andy replied. "I don't call you names. I don'ttreat you bad." I'm not calling you names!" Sarah protested."Then what do you call it? Why are you calling me Andrea?" Because I want a big sister like Denise. And you're it, silly!" Sarahshouted. With that, she turned and sped up the stairs.***** Jenna.