”“I know Kathy left her a message as well,” Kara said. “But I don’t think Jessica called her back.”“She won’t,” I sighed. “She’s...cut off everyone, including Doctor Barton. I didn’t think that was even possible.”“Will you put on your costume, please?”“But I wore this last year,” I protested.“I know. But you’ve been in such a mood that I knew it would just turn into a fight if I tried to get you to talk about a costume. Nobody will care, Steve. I’m going as Buttercup again. Please? Do this for. Both of you, in case something happens to me," she smiled warmly as she made the suggestion."How many languages do you know?" he enquired out of curiosity."Let's see," she began to rattle them off, keeping track by using her fingers, "there's French, Italian, German, and a little bit of Dutch. Which one do you want first?" Smarty-panties!" Brandon admonished her for bragging, but that grin he wore let Celeste know that he was more envious than anything else. She returned his smile with one of. By the time I was sucking her nipples, I already had my right hand fondling her clit and she was moaning hard. I wanted to finger fuck her so I got down, stripped her off whatever piece of clothing was left on her and positioned myself between her legs.She was wet, she was wet for me, the guy she saw as her own child. The thought and the aroma of her juices made me go crazy. I wanted to eat her. So I did. Starting from her clit to her vagina, I licked her hard and made her cum. She was still. Steven pushed Sharla back down onto me saying, "Mommy, suck on this bitch's titties as I rip her asshole apart with my cock."I knew from my son's words that he was intending on really fucking Sharla now and using her as his personal cum dump. I also heard Sharla say, "He called you mommy, oh my godddddddddddddd!" Sharla had realized that the owner of that cock driving deep into her stretched ass belonged to my 17 year old son. I looked up at Sharla saying, "Yes dear, this is Steven, you know.