I was supposed to meet him twenty minutes ago for our first counseling session" she explained. Her eyes finally began to focus on her rescuer, taking ...n the short untidy brown hair, highlighted by silver at his temple, betraying the loss of his youth although obviously not his vitality. His caring blue eyes looked down at her, smiling as he explained, "I know. You must be Marie. My name is Michael and Pastor White asked me to wait for you here. His arthritis was just too much for him today so. "I know, but Bob called to say they’re still waiting on the car at the garage. I’m sorry, I know you’ve probably had a rough day, but hey, look at this way, you’ll get a peek at Michelle—Scarlett’s little friend!" Melanie turned to gauge my reaction. "That’s what I thought," was all she said before turning her attention back to the shrimp. She could see my eyes light up from across the room. I grinned, "Oh, you are a shitty devil, aren’t you!" I shook my head in grateful disbelief and sidled up. Some were hot and raunchy, like I would be his little prostitute slave and suck his cock and take it up the ass like a good little whore. Damu, the son of my aunt Latika and uncle Prakash, was blond with blue eyes with great broad shoulders and at 18 my rural cousin was a strapping example of manhood. At six feet tall and about 165 pounds he never seemed to have any problems getting the girls in his small town to take notice of him. While we were both the same age, mine was a different story. Soon my cock craved attention of its own. I took my position behind mum, raising her rear end so that her ass was sticking up. I lay a gentle slap on her buttocks. Mum moaned. A few more slaps confirmed that she liked her ass being smacked… something I would take note of for future reference… but not now as I did not want the sounds to carry to Susie’s room. I stroked my cock a few times to get it to full hardness before laying it at the entrance to mum’s fuck tube. “What do you want mum?” I.