“Hey, Brook?” Will said, turning around the corner of the TV-room to see Brook sprawled out on the couch, watching TV and texting someone on her p...one.“Yes?”“My mom’s gone can we uh...do it?”“Will, I’m tired”“But it’s two-thirty in the afternoon! Come one, we don’t even have to go all the way, how about just a blow-job, or-”“Will you know I don’t like to suck your dick, and besides, I’m just not in the mood”“Please?”“We had sex last night, just go upstairs and jack-off, or something”“Please,. Staying on my knees, I unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her jeans. I started kissing her stomach, slowly moving up to her breasts, then her neck, then her lips. We kissed as if the world would end tomorrow. Not a word was spoken. Not a thought in mind. We both just rolled with it. Kissing me she started unbuttoning my shirt and pants. Before she could finish, I blurted out, ‘Fuck your washing machine…’ and threw her over my shoulder and carried her to her bedroom. Once on the bed, she took off. A sly, sexy, devishly look in her eyes. I was still recovering from her sucking my cock off to a knee weakening orgasm. I felt light headed as she stood from being on her knees in front of me and kissed me deeply. I immediately was struck by the taste and realization that I was tasting my own cum on her tongue. Wearing nothing but a tight, fish net body suit, her round perfect firm tits stood straight out and she pressed them against me. I could her hard cock against me also, the fish net. Enjoying the taste of their mingled cum.When he is cleaned up, she stands and kisses him again, “I’ll be right back, let me go clean up a little,” she tells Tim. Tim is grateful for this, as he is not sure he is ready to do lip service to Abbie’s big clit. Abbie knows Tim’s limits as they begin down this road, and he is so grateful for that. Abbie returns in her robe, opened enough for Tim to enjoy the inner view still. She sits beside him on the couch, him still nude, she barely covered. .