No one ever callswith good news at 3.45 a.m.Beside him, Marcia stirred, collected herself, and then, propped on oneelbow, was instantly wide-awake. Sh... knew what it was all about before hedid."Is it Phoebe?" she mouthed, knowing, of course, that it was.Walt, by now, had ascertained that neither him nor his old demons werebeing blamed for anything. His first reaction was relief. His second wasrenewed alarm, because that meant the call had to be about Phoebe."Is she okay? That's what I want to. . ?"I smiled and reached up to her blouse. Immediately the youngster understood what I was going to do. To my relief, my niece wanted this too. Letting go of my cock and her skirt, she lifted her arms as I raised the blouse above her head.In one movement I tossed it aside. Then I looked in wonder. I had guessed right, Cookie wasn't wearing a bra. My eyes immediately scrutinized the smallish round cups of flesh with their hard pointed nipples. They were about the size of oranges and stood out. After an evening meal together Janice said she had to go `big al` had a couple of clients for her, she no longer having to solicit in the street, her work was mostly late evening`s, hence she was free most days unless `big al` had her a “special booking”, she didn’t explain but with that, she wandered off back to her flat on century highway, promising to “sort out something” and that she “would call tomorrow.” Rob soon had to leave for his work, and Jean to her bed, feeling somewhat frightened. “That might work,” she replied. “It might be too late even for that though.” “We are going to find out,” I told her as I grabbed the back of her head. She let go of me and I pushed her head down onto my stiff cock. As soon as my cock head slipped past her lips I could feel her tongue swirling all around it. She used the perfect amount of tongue and saliva. It was so hot and wet I almost came right there. Then after about a minute of playing with the head while stroking my shaft she started to.