Duncan was clearly nonplussed, but come in he did, and settled himself into the sofa on the other side of the room to watch the show, and what a show ...t was becoming.Feeling the sap rising himself, Duncan quietly unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hardening prick, then as the action on the bed continued unabated, he masturbated in time with the rhythm of the moment.There was a sound outside the door like someone coughing. Duncan took it upon himself to let in the lurker in the hall. She was. But she didn't look happy behind the wheel.I said after I got into the seat beside her and we were on our way to her place, "Wow, what a car!" It's not me!" she moaned. "This huge gas burner is NOT ME! Speedy, I'm scared. Really. I should love this, but I hate it. I feel like one of those East Memphis debutantes. I feel as if I'm selling out. And it takes me an hour to park it." Well... you can always give it back." But this is terrible! I feel so dishonest. I dread to think of how I'm going to. When she dropped to her knees, he braced against the wall and sucked in a breath. Her warm mouth was soon doing even more delightful things to him.“Oh fuck! Bette...” he moaned out and flexed his hips wanting more. Bette complied and several minutes later his groans turned into grunts as his body stiffened. He shuddered when she swiped his sensitive organ a couple more times with her tongue before standing and grinning at his slumped body.“Oh no, Gazza!” she shrieked several minutes later.. I decided to ask her about Dad, and why he left us. “Maybe I better have some alcohol before I talk about that turd,” she said, “but, no, I’m sticking with my decision to go light on the booze tonight. It’s after eleven, so let’s go home and I’ll tell you some things, once we get out of these fancy clothes. You’re 22years old, now, and there’s plenty of history you need to know about this family.”DAMMIT! I sat on the couch in my sweats when she came down the stairs in the see-through nightie..