She was hurting. Glass filled, I nursed back to my daughter. Water sloshed over the rim, spilling down the back of my hand. I reached her and she took...it, gulping it down. I breathed in the lavender scent, and my eyes drifted down to her cock.I couldn't help but stare at the massive dick. It twitched with her heartbeat, the tip beading with precum. It was dark and swollen, in such need. My cheeks warmed as I realized why she thought it hurt. She was horny.“You're sure you don't know how this. He dabbed some here and there, adding just hints of color and blush, to counter the glare of lights. He combed her eye lashes until the were very curly. Then he focused on her short blonde hair, which she had tied in a bow. He untied the bow and ran his fingers through her hair, reaching for a brush in her bag. Together, Masha and Dillon fashioned her hair, combing teasing and brushing, into two cute pony tails. And then he combed her short bangs down nearly over her eyes. He was happy. She too had been married nearly twenty years. She too had two kids around the same age as mine. Time passed so quickly in conversation with Lynn.The waiter soon appeared with our plates. It was fun to watch Lynn as she ate her pasta. She had this habit of catching the pasta with her right index finger as it dangled from her lips. She would then lift it to her mouth and suck her finger quick as dimples formed on her cheeks. She caught me staring a couple of times, but just gave me a big. ” his eyes raked her from head to toe, “your sense of style.” Carly stared at him with shock and indignation. Her mouth was slightly open, she waited for the right words to come but she just stared at him. Michael gave her a boyish grin, folded the $100 bill, placed it in her hand, and opened the door for her. He chuckled as she nearly ran out the door. Carly’s heart was pounding as she drove home. She read stories about weird bosses but she never expected it to happen to her. She felt a warmth.