Though I say it myself, I was getting better, even if no-one else would have noticed.I’d finished my lunch of cheese sandwiches, and was sitting wit... a cup of tea and a book. The intercom buzzed. Normally I would have ignored it, but Lisa had said I could expect a delivery, so I answered with the flat number.“Hello, is that Rob? This is Emily Alcott, Lisa’s mother. I wonder if I might talk to you for a bit?”I didn’t think long about that. Lisa’s mother was not her father (okay, I know that. And she raised her dress…without thinking twice I slid under her dress and she dropped it back down. It was very dark under there but my nose began to notice a tantalizing odor. On my key chain I had a little pen light, I pulled it out of my pocket. I began to hear voices of the boys chasing me. I chuckled I knew they could not run past Aunt Meg without stopping to check the bouncing of her breasts. I pressed the button on the bottom of the pen light and began searching for that delightful. "I know it bums you out that I don't like giving head, and I thought a good present would be to find someone who enjoys it." Ash winked at me and began undoing my belt buckle. I watched as she unbuttoned my fly, and slid my jeans and boxers down. Then she wrapped her warm hand around my cock and began squeezing and rubbing. My girlfriend nuzzled my neck and breathed in my ear as Ash leaned closer and started stroking me with both hands. I didn't know what to do with my hands — was I allowed to. Hope you don't mind." Mark?!" Yep. Mark," Mark said in the tone of an adult speaking to an especially slow child. He squinted his eyes suspiciously, "You feeling alright, take a knock on the head or something?"Tom sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes with his palms, "Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital with a bunch of tubes sticking out of you?"Mark looked surprised. "Didn't your girl tell you?" he asked while gesturing at Mia's supine form. When Tom looked blank, Mark continued,.