Despite her wish only moments earlier that Jimmy find a girl, Rita felt asudden and intense maternal reaction that this little sexpot wasn't goodenoug... for her son. She wasn't the type Rita'd always imagined for Jimmyand she felt a deep sense of foreboding. A girl with those looks wastrouble. Rita knew her type; she could take her pick of dozens of men. Aclassic man-eater. And her poor Jimmy had no idea. It would be so easy,and so human, to hate this person - she'd surely steal her son away. My lips tingle for a moment as my heart pounds in my chest. I leap to my feet. A million thoughts are rushing through my mind. I am lucky not to tumble over as the blood rushes away from my head. I reach down to you, extending an open hand. ‘The days young… I have a thought.’ You look intrigued by the mystery of my proposition. I lead us across the sand to my convertible. The top is down, it almost always is. The wind buffets our hair trying to pull it up to the heavens before throwing it back. Both of our cocks flexed hungrily as we took in the sight of the beautiful woman before us.“Since I’m certain that my husband rudely forgot to offer you an appetizer when you arrived, you can see I’ve prepared my own amuse-bouche,” she said, rotating her hips upward so that her gash was even more clearly visible, “ ... Honey, would you mind your manners this time and please serve our guest?”My throat was dry, but the words, “Yes, dear” somehow escaped.I looked to my right and saw that Sarge was. Jessica, on the other hand, felt true pleasure at his work, enjoying it on a physical level as well as a degradation level. "Yes," she told him, her hand grabbing a handful of his hair and jerking it roughly. "That's a good asshole, make it nice and clean."He licked up and down until it was clean and slick with his saliva. But she wasn't done with him yet."Now stick your tongue in it," she told him. "As far as it will go. Clean the inside too."He was able to get his tongue surprisingly far up.