From between her legs where hèr pussy was beginning to stir again, yearning for attention, wishing for Pedro's soft tongue or massaging fingers. She ...cooted down to make her clit more eàsily available. It didn't take Pedro any more hints than that to realize what the right thing to do would be.He slid his hand along her leg massaging lightly as he finally reached her pussy, her clitty felt as if it stretched out to feel the softness of the ends of his fingertips. Soon his fingertips we're. (I wonder what I would have done if she said yes? Probably another "back ache" I guessed.) On night after dinner, Marlene asked if we could talk. I knew what was coming so I asked her if the talk could wait for the weekend when both kids would be out of the house.I wanted to make her squirm for a few more days.Saturday finally arrived. Marlene had the cook prepare one of my favorite meals. She even made sure I had a couple of glasses of wine to mellow me out.It didn't work; I was too keyed up. I just hadn’t got around to it yet at that time.“You are good enough to hold a showing. You know that?” he asked me.I laughed, “Nobody around here would pay enough for a picture for me to even think of anything like that.”“Anyway, you are already a pro. I know quality when I see it.” Just then we heard the warning buzzer and hurried back across the street. “Just hold it there, fellas.” a voice greeted us as we came through the front entrance of the school. I looked at where the voice was coming. We went straight to the staff area of the hotel. I had a small office there and I sat her down. I grabbed my phone off the desk and handed it to her. "Bert," I said. "Call Ernie."She dialed his number and handed me the phone. I smiled at her as I heard the ringing in the background. I knew that this would be hard on Ernie. He was a good guy. He worked long hours and still went to night school so he could make more money for the two of them. On the days that he didn't have classes, he pulled.