Sparks said, wiping her damp hands on a dish towel. "We just want the best for him. I have this feeling that you're going to be very good for our boy.... I smiled at her slightly old-fashioned way of putting it.When the dishwasher was loaded, she added some soap and started it. Then she walked over to the desk in the corner of the kitchen and sat down. She pulled a checkbook out, wrote a check, folded it in half and put it into my hand. "Here's some pocket money for your trip. Just don't tell. He gave a loud moan and I watched in awe as a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from the eye. He put the cups down on a nearby table as caressed the shaft and flipped of his gown to show he was naked underneath. He then pulled back and got me to stand while he undid my trousers. As he did that I lifted my shirt over my head and within seconds my pants were around my ankles and his hand was on my, modest, 6 inch cock. He sat me down on the sofa and removed my shoes and socks, slipped trousers and. It damn near got me mad, but she was naked when she was saying it, so I couldn't get too angry!" Sean. Look at me. Look into my eyes. There was no misunderstanding. Heather is a bitch. A world-class bitch. Open your eyes and be realistic."Sean's defensive anger visibly rose up. "Hey! How can you say that? If you weren't the most amazing friend, I'd want to sock you one. I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Sean, listen to me. Have you ever actually had a conversation with her? No. Do you. Well, I couldn't let that go. “Okay, but you can never tell anyone.” He nodded, so I undid my bra and let my heavy firm breasts free. The skin was tanned bronze with no tan lines. My areolas were about an one inch in diameter and my even darker brown nipples one third of an inch long. Outstanding breasts if I do say so myself.“Arms up,” he ordered.I raised my arms and in an instant he had one of his massive hands pinning both of mine over my head to the wall behind me. His free hand wrapped.