My phone stays in my purse when I’m eating or having personal interactions with people I’m interested in.My phone isn’t attached to my hand. It�...�s a personal convenience and I only use it when I want to. If someone calls me, I choose whether to answer or not. If I’m doing something else, they’ll have to wait until it’s convenient for me, not them. My time is my own and they’ll have to wait until I want to talk or text. Ty spends hours managing his fantasy football team, texting his boys and. Could be a little mean, but the street does that to you. Should mention I’d had a thing for him for about a year now. School girl crush, I guess you could call it. Outside the sound of cars, the boom of the bass almost shaking the window, the sound of the street just background noise I’ve learned to tune out. Like having the TV on in the background, you know? Loud voices, just the usual trash talk, nothing that made my ‘spider-sense’ tingle. Funny, but you just don’t think about how violence. As 9pm came about, it was just me and her. I was in the kitchen cleaning her dishes, putting the rest in the dishwasher. As I cleaned off the last dish, Betty grabbed some soap suds and flicked it in my face playfully. I returned the favor but splashed her face, and upper chest. We started splashing each other, leaving us totally wet. As we stared at each other, Betty pulled my shirt off, and then hers. Walking over to her dryer, she threw them in. I walked over, unhooked her bra, and threw it. She unbuttoned my pants to let my dick spring free. She dropped to her knees as she grabbed my cock to start stroking it. She was stroking at a slow pace while she looked seductively into my eyes. She placed the tip of my cock into her mouth, her expert tongue making laps around the head while she continued to stroke my dick. Slowly she moved her way down the shaft, her hand meeting her mouth with every stroke. Finally she picked up her pace and depth on my dick. She reached the base with ease,.