That gave her an idea. Alan had showered and was in bed when Lydia was still sorting through cartons of his collection of CDs. ‘Come on,’ he grumb...ed, have a shower and come to bed, it’s late. ‘Ah got it,’ she cried and turning off the lights said she’d have a shower after sex. ‘Christ do I have to engage in sex? I’m tired and we have a big day tomorrow.’ ‘Yes, absolutely.’ ‘Okay then.’ ‘Alan when you lived here alone and masturbated nightly, never complaining you were tired, did you ever do it. Miller. He had sandy blonde hair and kind blue eyes, he wasn’t as tall as Mr. Miller either maybe 5’10 to Mr. Miller’s 6’1. As his blue eyes raked over me my first thought was how ashamed I was. But with Mr. Miller standing there and Duke’s tongue up my slit I couldn’t help but moan and feel hotter. Sheriff Owen cursed under his breath. “Damn Clyde..” He didn’t peel his eyes away from me. “This ain’t right Clyde..” Mr. Miller grabbed his arm and pushed him toward the bed. “You made a deal.. “Well, there’s nothing we can do I guess except wait for the elevator to be fixed,” she replied.“That’s not exactly what I meant,” I said taking a step toward her.“I know what you are thinking and it’s not happening,” she said. “You have a girlfriend and I’m kind of seeing someone right now too.”As I stepped closer to her I said, “I know, but I kind of figure what happens in broke down elevators is kind of “off the record”. “Kind of like the phrase what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”By this. He groggily gets up and makes his way to the closet as I make my way downstairs to the kitchen where our mom was. She kisses me on the cheek and lays down a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me. As she walks back to the stove, I watch her ass wiggle in her robe that she was wearing. At age the age of thirty-six, she was still a looker. Strawberry blonde hair, around 5'10, she wasn't fat, but she wasn't skinny either. She had tits that just begged to be sucked, around 36c or so, and had only a.