“What happened?” I asked.“It’s Harold. He’s gone and had a heart attack, the idiot,” Betty answered, her eyes turned to watch her husband ...eing lifted into the ambulance.“Can I help? Can I do anything?” I asked.Betty looked at me with a vacant expression.“Do you want to go with Harold?” I asked. “I can keep an eye on Amelia.”“Oh, goodness! Amelia! I almost forgot about her.” She started looking around, her hands wringing.“Betty,” I said softly, placing my hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t you go. Ich drehe immer den Kopf, um möglichst viel von ihr wahrzunehmen. Auf die Gefahr hin, den Verkehr zu gefährden. Sie ist wahnsinnig sexy, wie sie so dasteht und mit ihren Freundinnen redet.Um ehrlich zu sein, sie hätte genausogut häßlich und unförmig sein können. So viel konnte ich im vorbeifahren und auf der anderen Straßenseite auch wieder nicht erkennen. Aber mir war sie unglaublich attraktiv.---Es ist Freitagabend, und ich sollte mich mittlerweile wirklich daran gewöhnt haben, wie frivol, um. I need the company of an adult who doesn't want to talk nursing all the time." She looked at me and grinned, "Besides, I need to borrow a loaf of bread so we can have breakfast." The Chez Moore Restaurant will be open for business in the morning. Waffles are the specialty of the house." I said."Forget the toast, Mom, Brian makes scrumptious waffles. Let's go to Brian's for breakfast." Jordan said. Trish smiled and nodded okay.We made our way back to my place and enjoyed the evening talking and. "Staying the course, I flicked her other nipple with my tongue in relentless tease, my free hand now cupping and squeezing her pierced breast. Her mouth hung open now, her breath hot and fast. Her hips flew up off of the sofa, and she let go of my wrist as she grasped at the back of the couch in wild abandon."Cumming!" she screamed, and her thighs clamped tightly around my hand, her bucking now a rhythmless, mindless grind. She squealed, a high girlish sound that belied the sweetness behind her.