She stared as openly as I did.We learned to adjust to the new Susan. Mom grew even closer to her. She tolerated Susan's use of the foulest language, e...en when I was in the room. Mom began spending more time at Susan's house than Susan spent at ours. A few days after the tattoo scene, Mom entered the house after running over to Susan's to borrow something. She looked flushed and out of breath. I said, "Mom, what's the matter!"She began pacing quickly, talking more to herself. She said, "I don't. "Why don't you quit squeezin' my white ass and tug on these a while?" I said, leaning back to give him full access.He grabbed my boobs roughly and tried to suck them on the upstrokes."Don't worry Burt. These white tits can take it. Go ahead and suck 'em! That's it Baby, suck 'em HARD!"His mouth clamped on to one of my nipples, which stretched my boob out of proportion on each down stroke. What little pain that came from the stretch was delicious. I smirked and tweaked the other nipple in. We'll come to your, er, ample qualifications shortly, er, Susan. Mr Jackson,' he coughed, turned to his left and raised an eyebrow at one of the faceless four, 'would you like to...' A siren. The siren. Everyone expected it. No one expected it. Open mouths and pasty faces. For long moments, nobody moved. 'Is that?' 'Oh,God!' 'It is!' 'What the fuck do we do?' Scrabbling hands extricated phones. Shaking fingers stabbed. A host of terrified expletives followed. Were they stupid? Didn't they watch. Is this what you meant earlier, babe?” Allen asked Whitney next.“Yep. I just didn’t think that they would broach it first,” Whitney blushed again in spite of her increasing wantonness, “incidentally, it does seem that Alyssa and Clarke want to live with Allen and me ... would that be permitted in the new place? Maybe Philippa, too. She has a daughter by Allen, but we could take turns watching her and keeping her nose out of more ... grown-up things, you know.”“Don’t worry, hon. That’s more than.