Sinking down, I pull her ass forward and my lips make contact with her pussy. I dart my tongue out, parting her lips, I lick up her pussy and flick he... clit. I start with a fast side to side motion and she grabs my head, holding it firmly in place. Her hips buck forward and her eyes are closed again in ecstasy. Her pussy is freshly shaved and baby smooth. I keep up with my tongue assault on her clit and start to attack her pussy with two fingers. Her fingers are clenched in my hair; she is. " Well, I guess we will take it. This is my son, and we can each sleep on our own side."Bobby was grinning from ear to ear.In the room, It only took Bobby a minute, to strip to bare skin. "Bobby, put on Pj's or something to sleep in." "I don't wear anything to sleep in, so I didn't bring anything. Besides it's your fault that I'm so horny, You left me unsatisfied."His cock was already half hard and swinging obscenely as he walked to the bed and crawled under the covers. Lisa turned her head. She dressed in a nondescript way as if she wanted to disappear into the crowd before someone noticed her. She was a widow; her husband had died in a car wreck three years ago while they were in the middle of their divorce proceedings. When we met she had a distinct aura of 'leave me alone' around her. Frances had not made a great impression on me.That's why I did not recall having met her when Freddie started talking about her. But after a while it clicked and she slowly came into focus. As it. It wasn't gone yet, but she was making steady progress. In fact, Rhonda, Samantha, and I were spending the night with Elaine and planned a day of shopping for new clothes before we went back north.Still, she had bouts of unexplainable crying when I'd come home for lunch and find her curled in a ball in her room. I learned quickly not to ask 'what's wrong.' Nothing was wrong. She didn't mean to be crying. It just overwhelmed her. All I could do was make sure she'd taken the right doses of her.