It’s honking like a car. “It’s my HUSBAND,” she yells. Caught by surprise she pushes me off and grabs her phone. While she is talking to her h...sband she calmly starts to dress. I’m still hard and as I’ve not come, I am rampant! She slips her shirt on without trying to button it up. One foot slots into her jeans, then the other. Unsuccessfully she tries to pull them up. Her lovely boobs still being free make a regular appearance as she struggles.I’m off of the bed, my dick still looking hard for. I gently caress his shaft, but I’m still not ready. I explore the smooth, clean-shaven skin which is still so new to me. I want to taste everything. Feel everything. But soon my own impatience gets the best of me. I lick him from the base of his hard shaft to the head, gently at first. I love the feel of his throbbing member in my mouth, so I gently take him in. Just the head at first, then slowly I engulf him completely, applying just enough suction while swirling my tongue underneath. He. ” He appeared startled on hearing this and studied Grace intently for a short time. I could feel him probing her with several of his senses.“Thee Grace O’Malley, the original?” he finally asked.“The very one,” Grace assured him with a grin.“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said holding out his hand to her to shake hands.“Perhaps we should adjourn to the tent, where we will be able to talk in private,” he suggested following that.“A good idea,” I seconded, and we all moved toward the large. “I told you I was a badass. Now,” she walked past me, and fumbled through her purse, “where is my ass-kissing lipstick… ah, there it is. Prestira, be a dear and leave the room.” “What? Why?” “Because Mommy has grown-up things to do.” “I’m eighteen!” “And I’m thirty-nine, so I win. Nana-nana-boo-boo, stick your head in dog doo. Now get out.” “No.” She turned around, and glared at me. “Prestira, I’m not fucking around. Get out, or I’ll make you get out.” “We’re about to go to war, Mom! If you.