” Mrs Henson said.“Oof.” Maura frowned. “Why?”“Sweetheart, do you know Adam’s the father of Emmy’s baby?” Mrs Towers asked. Her lip ...hook.“Yeah,” Maura looked up, “It was basically my idea.”All four heads turned to her. Emmy wasn’t as shocked but she wouldn’t have taken that blame on that easily.“Maura, what--”“Adam always had a crush on Emmy, since like the fifth grade.” Maura said. “I figured I could set it up.”“He did?” Emmy asked. “I never knew.”“You didn’t even know he was alive.” Maura. I firmly grabbed a breast in each hand making her moan with pleasure. I always thought she'd be a loving and tender sexual partner, boy I was wrong. She was like an a****l, so passionate and sexual. I took a nipple in my mouth and bit it gently, she let out a little yelp and chastised me.She stood up and grabbed my hand, gesturing for me to stand up. As I did she started to undo my belt and pull my jeans down. My cock was throbbing and dying for attention. She knelt down and pulled me out of my. In a whisper he asked her, “Did you bring that box that I gave you?” She was about to remind him of their situation again but instead reached into her cardigan, fumbled a little and pulled out a matchbox. He greeted the sight of it with a look of alarm, which she failed to notice. She handed it to him. It was, to all appearances, an ordinary matchbox but far heavier than any matchbox should be. It’s weight instantly relieved him and he opened it slightly, seeing within the now tarnished brass. It's cool!" I felt my cheeks redden, though it really was nothing to be embarrassed about. I threw him the wad of toilet tissue I'd ripped off the roll in the bathroom. He sponged his belly and milked the last from his cock. Then he sat up and looked at me. "Well, are you going to finish off, or what?" he asked me."Oh, I guess not," I said. I was feeling too embarrassed. It would be too much like performing for him."You better, or else you'll get blue balls," he cautioned me. I'd heard the myth.