I have to remember when they come back to ask, though with Bast he always seemed to be distracted.Finally he had to go to the bedroom or pass out on t...e keyboard. ‘Damn I was finally starting to get closer! I have to remember, ‘ he thought as the darkness took him. It seemed only a moment had passed when his eyes opened and he saw a female shape hear the window. “Bast?” The man said though as soon as he said it knew he was wrong.A thin smile crossed her lips and she shook her head. In an almost. “Aja,” he gasped. “You look sensational.” She turned around to model her outfit and he regarded its low-cut waist in back and the two long cords tied behind her neck to secure the halter front. “That color looks so good against your skin.” He embraced her, smoothed his palms against her back and shoulder blades and they kissed. “The matching jewelry and your hair decoration ... I like your style, Aja. I love seeing you in your Sunday best -- you look so elegant. Tonight, you dressed up for me.. Of course not...and I promise I won't do it again. My mom doesn't need to know, and..." You won't do it again?" Connie asked, a disappointed, puzzled look crossing her sweet face."No...I promise I won't." But...but what if I want you to," she whispered, before reaching between them to grasp his aching member.Damian suddenly had trouble breathing, his heart bounced into his throat and his head swooned."You must be so uncomfortable, Dear Boy. Would it help if I...if I ah..." As Mrs. Bustle spoke. I really had no interest in fucking that douche…” she said as she hugged him before kissing him on the cheek. “Any time, babe…so were you planning on fucking anyone at all tonight?” “Uh, I was hoping too, but that may not happen now.” “Why not?” He asked as he turned to face her. “Well,” she began as she turned her face from his gaze, “I wanted to try something I’ve never done before, but I’m not sure if that’s going to be possible…even though I heard…that…ah, gosh!” Her face turned bright.