It seems that you are going to pay for my daughter’s clothes, shave her pussy, and then fuck me. Is that about it?”I blushed and replied, “Madam... I have no idea what you are talking about.”She blushed and then her daughter said, “We never discussed it with him.”Trish said, “My father has plenty of money, he shaves himself every day and me every week (again a lie), and he really needs to get laid (not a lie).”The girl said, “My mother really needs to get laid too. She masturbates more than I do.. ”“You’re welcome to stay with me for a few days then! I can arrange it with Mom and Dad for sure.”“They’re OK with what we’re doing?”“They are. Dad thinks we’re having sex, but Mom knows we aren’t. But we’re together enough that Dad thinks you’re my boyfriend, and it’s easier to keep it that way!”I chuckled, “I can see how that would be the case.”We got up and dressed and I walked up the hill to the Jonssons’, where I quickly showered and joined Patrick for breakfast. Anders came to the table. Yet, despite the pounding in her head, she still got jittery between the legs watching that tall dark delicious man pass her desk. His name was London and his ass looked like it was built from stone. Every time she saw his baldhead she thought of how much she'd like to shine it with her own "special" lotion. Just as she was daydreaming about rubbing her thick, swollen pink pussy lips all over his face and head, she realized he was speaking."Good morning, Sabrina." Good...good morning, London,". I sank down on it until it hit the back of my throat. I knew it could go further but not right now. I licked his shaft and my hand circled the base as I pulled on it. "Ummm, where are we going?" he asked. It wasn't an unreasonable question as he didn't know where I lived; this was our first date after all. I spent the next five or so minutes directing him to my house with only my hand on his shaft for comfort. As he pulled up outside the cottage, I quickly got out of the car, one of my high.