It was now her time to eat pussy and she went after it like a thirsty woman in the Sahara went after water. ‘God, so did you,’ Lois panted. ‘Pro...ise me we won’t lose touch this time?’ She grunted as Lana started to pump her fingers in and out of her pussy. ‘You’ve got it.’ ‘I want to do a sixty-nine with you, Lois. I’ve read about that in the dirty novels Frank doesn’t know I read …’ Lana chuckled ‘ … and I want to do that, I want that so badly.’ ‘By all means.’ Frank was thrilled beyond his. I felt strange. I felt my head feeling light after this weight was out. But I was not sure how to overcome the problem though. I told her confidently that I would.A few months passed. And there was no change in my mind. Thoughts kept coming. I kept convincing myself that she was the one who took care of me and I shouldn’t do this to her but it only made me love her more instead.We stayed away all these days. No calls even between us. My parents used to ask about it but I just used to convince. She smiled, laughed, and said "No Biggie!" I asked how packing was going, and she said: "Well, I've been dinking off a bit, and am kinda behind!" I smiled and said, "If you could use some help, I'm fairly available!" She smiled and said, "I wanted to ask you, but was afraid!" After allaying her fears, we went to her apartment (she was subletting from a friend while the friend was traveling for the summer). Arriving at the apartment, I could see boxes and bags all neatly packed and stacked. The. Blast Francine, he thought. She’d turned their elder son into a softie — he had begun studying to be a doctor. ‘No laundry business for my Lenny,’ she’d said repeatedly. So firm was that that Spiro wondered if she actually knew that the business was a front. He’d never told her, never involving her in any business activity, telling her that it would be beneath her dignity to associate with the morons who worked for him. His late patron, Riccardo, had advised him to keep Francine ignorant.