Marisa nodded quickly, grabbing his hair. "I asked you a question," Jeremy said, placing his finger at her entrance teasingly. She arched her back in ... desperate attempt to bring him closer. "Yes, Jeremy, please make me cum, baby. I want to cum for you." He smiled and slipped a finger inside her, while placing his lips around her swollen clit. She cried out sharply, spreading her legs further and fondling her breasts. Jeremy continued to to fuck her slowly with one finger, then two, and finally. The food was still there, he felt hungry so helped himself. A while later his father returned.“Your mother is having a soak in the bath,” he said, “then she is going to have a lie down.” He saw concern on David’s face. “There’s no problem son,” he reassured him, “l suggested she rest, l expect her to be busy at the club this evening, she’s always popular.” He helped himself to some food and sat opposite his son.“Will there be many people there?” David asked.“No, there’s only six couples. "Fine by me. Should I pick you up at six - or earlier?" Can you make it at five. Gives us more time to get to know each other."That look in her eyes, again."I can make it. However, there is still one minor detail..." Give me your phone."Soon I heard a chirp from her pocket and she gave my phone back to me."Now you are one of the privileged ones. Do you already feel your gloom disappearing?"Now it was my turn to laugh."In fact I do. Thank you - you ravishing goddess." Goof."Then she kissed me on. But before something of that kind shall be advanced in contradiction to my scheme, and offering a better, I desire the author or authors will be pleased maturely to consider two points. First, as things now stand, how they will be able to find wives for an fifteen million young men? And secondly, there being roughly a billion and a half of creatures in human figure throughout this country: I desire those politicians who dislike my overture, and may perhaps be so bold as to attempt an answer,.