“But if you are, and you do, you won’t get to put this inside me.” Her right hand shot forward under the table and grabbed his crotch, giving it...a rough, stroking squeeze. George was still holding the water as his package was grabbed, he jumped, spilling a little onto his lap and her hand. His eyes were wide as he stared at her smiling face. “Not a Cop,” he managed to croak as her squeezing continued. “Good, then I can get you much wetter than this,” she purred finally releasing him and putting. We were in a taboo 69 now both of us writhing as the other pleasured us passionately.I felt as Shyam gently took his cock from my mouth. I knew what it was time for. He faced me and we kissed. I felt my pussy juice in my lips as we French kissed and soon in my mouth as our tongues met. He held his penis and brought it closer to my pussy as I said, “No. Not there ever.”“Radhika, you were alright all this while,” Shyam said. I placed my hand on my pussy lips. I wouldn’t let my son enter!“Ok mom,”. I must have been completely on autopilot because the next thing Irealized, Evan and I had arrived in the menswear section, where Evan,with great enthusiasm, was pulling several pairs of pants off theshelves. It was khakis and jeans, mostly, in looser fits.I was still trying to get a feel for where Evan's new taste in fashionfell. Back in the Victoria's Secret he had really pursued all kinds ofbright colors and tight fits, even if the general lines tended towardsthe straight and bold, but here. "Yes," I admitted, "there was something intriguing about letting you bethe boss, although I don't exactly understand why I felt so complacentabout it." Does that mean we might do it again sometime?" she wanted to know."I suppose we might, I don't know," I allowed, "it was kind ofexciting, in a relaxing way, if that makes any sense." You brought back my things, didn't you?" Yes, everything is in the trunk of your car. I hope that's okay?" Ifelt myself turning into the same conciliatory wimp I.