Quite a charming mole. She was young, pretty, and though wearing a dark, professional blouse, she had a cleavage that could lift anyone’s spirit in ...hese trying times.I’m here to see...” Harold stopped himself. Seeing wasn’t the right word when talking about an urn with your coworker’s ashes inside. “I’m here to pay my respects to Dean Laurier.” Of course, I’m sorry for your loss.” The girl put an elegantly manicured hand to her ample chest and warmed Harold’s heart with a look of sincere. I felt her tongue exploring the tip her right hand was still stroking the length her left hand now started fondling my heavy balls, I almost came when she opened her mouth and slid it the full length of my cock until I felt her lick my balls and the head of my cock press down the back of her throat, she held it there a few seconds and looked up into my eyes she then began to suck furiously whilst stroking the full length with a tight fist, I felt my excitement rising until I could hold on no. Stan knew they were going up there to have sex, but he was cool with that. Eager, actually. Eager to watch, since he'd installed a several cameras in Cathy's room. Three high resolution color cameras and two night vision ones. Stan had loved to watch her grow up. Watch her as her body started to develop. He'd watched with the night vision camera the first time she'd had sex with a girl, almost 2 years ago. And the other day, he'd watched her first blow job.Cathy had been more tentative than. If you'd like to come in, I'll make tea ... or coffee ... or whatever." I stepped back in invitation and she entered the house."Would you like to be family and sit in the kitchen, or a guest and sit in the lounge?" I smiled at her."You know, I think I'd be more comfortable in the kitchen," she said.I led the way. "What would you like to drink? I've got leaded and unleaded coffee, three or four sorts of tea, plus Rooibos and some other herbals." Ordinarily I'd be asking what sorts of tea you.