We went in and she made a cup of tea as we enjoyed a pleasant chat.Her phone then recieved a text.After reading it she said'Now my husband says he is ...oing to the pub after work.Heavens knows what time he will roll in.He will probably be drunk as well.Oh well i better put me some dinner on.Why dont you stay.There is plenty.She cooked spaghetti bolognese.It was lovely but it is tricky to eat without making a mess.Towards the end of the meal i spilt some on me and she came over to wipe me. " Uncle Max may have heard my words, but his eyes were focused on my finger and the cum from my snatch and on my mouth. He didn't say a word after that. By the way, I never did tell Abbe how his cum tasted.I bent down to take his cock into my mouth, to clean it off. It was still hard; I fondled his balls and they were soft. All his cum was gone for the time being, and it would be a while before he was ready again. But I had no classes next day, and all the time in the world to please Uncle. If you’ll just let me at a computer I’ll prove it’ They’d inched their way closer and closer till they were standing almost toe to toe. Fletcher looked down into her eyes. ‘I’d like to believe you. Right now I think believing you’re innocent would be a wonderful thing for me, but you and I know both know the truth. Those documents and tapes aren’t lying.’ Sorrel diffidently rebutted, ‘Yes they are.’ Fletcher backed down, and it surprised him a little, ‘Look I don’t want to make things worse. Lush impressionist landscapes and paintings of women, Renoir’s naked goddesses, Dega’s self absorbed nudes, Manet’s aloof courtesans, and Cassatt’s utterly feminine vision of mother and child mingled with the mystery of Gaugain’s exotic women of the islands. Here the abundance of nature and the female form were offered in all their diversity, marvelous beauty, and wondrous power. Sarah’s gaze fell again to the buffet laden with its burden of savory food and her mouth watered for the banquet.