I sat up and waited on her to come in. She tossed her bag on the coffee table and hiked up her dress, she hooked the panties with her thumbs and pulle... them down. Stepping out of them she pushed me back so I laid down on the couch. She sat her pussy right on my face. It was wet and smelled of a mixture of pussy juice and man sweat. The inner lips where puffy and swollen as was her clit. I sucked the clit between my lips and worked it over with my tongue. She rocked back and forth on my face. But he wanted to see me, too. He invited me in. And from then on, things happened so fast and so intensely. The next day he asked me to stay with him. I've been with him ever since. Now, I can't even remember what life was like without him." Then why not marry him?" I don't know. Or I do know. God, I'm so confused. You see, Amy is one of the most important things in Greg's life. And she hates me." I can't believe that. Greg is her uncle. I'm sure she loves him. And you're her best friend. Why. "The brunette mewled in what sounded like somewhere between wanting me and hating me."Do you want me to fuck your worthless cunt, little whore?" I asked salaciously while my finger gently prodded the troubled flesh.The brunette raised her ass slightly as if searching for more stimulation from my finger. I eased the pressure off a little, keeping my touch frustratingly light. She seemed to notice my deliberation and grunted in annoyance. I watched her grinding ass with amusement as she. She may be taking a nap."I led the way inside. Trish wasn't in sight. I led Michael upstairs to my son's room."This is my son Michael's room," I told him. "Make yourself at home. There is a private bath through that door. My room is downstairs and Trish is in the guest room across the hall. Steph is staying in my daughter's room." Where are your kids?" he asked."They live with their mother in Texas. I keep their rooms here for when they visit, which isn't often," I informed him.As I came out in.