He was close to where Adam was seated and glanced across. He couldn’t have missed the envelope, folded note and key card.‘Was that a knowing nod?�...� thought Adam.Eve was undressing him. His jacket was gone, shoes slipped off, tie undone, his shirt unbuttoned from the top and his belt unbuckled. Before lowering his zip, she firmly placed her hand on his crotch, feeling his stiffening cock. With his trousers down to his knees, Eve guided him to sit on the bed. She knelt before him to finish. . you must be sitting on them? Howinconsiderate and demeaning. And what a bunch of typical male bullshit!Have you no respect at all for your daughter?"Mother stood and was ready to leave the restaurant, but I reached forher hand and held her back. "Mother, it's OK. This can't be easy forhim. I realize he's been dealing with this side of me for my entirelife, and for the most part, he's been very supportive. But I'm surethis is a big step in a direction he wasn't quite ready to take. I knewthis. It was soon apparent that she was close to climaxing as I rubbed her firmly her legs as far apart as she could spread them, my fingers moving fast, then she came and groaned out loud her juice coating my fingers. I stood up and licked my fingers she tasted just like all the other grannies I’ve had, musky.I soon stripped off as she sat looking at me, my 6” stood out as she smiled, pushing her backwards onto the bed I spread her thighs again and licked her through her knickers, then pulling them. Saturday! I’m so messed up, what when wrong?” The fleshly and over-sexed 23 year old whispered in her head. A faint and feeble flavor of crotch and cum stuck in her throat like the seasoning of a Christmas goose. The taste vivid on her dry lips; the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly; almost slow motion, touching her face and her closed eyelids with her finger.