“Yes, Sra. Martínez. For them as well, thank you.”Sra. Martínez outdid herself with the local equivalent of huevos rancheros and something that ...ooked and tasted like a mini breakfast burrito with rice and beans and a double measure of jalapeño, along with her own surtido, a mix of sliced cauliflower and carrots in a powerful vinagrette. And coffee. Hot and strong and lots of it.Sated, the breakfast table a wreck and our stomachs content along with the other hungers we’d satisfied earlier, we. Her long straight black hair fell onto her slim shoulders.She gave us a big warm welcoming smile. "Stevie sweetie – how lovely to see you again. Come on in." This is my friend Lawrence I told you about." He pushed me towards the rangy goddess and it was all I could do not to bury my face in that glorious cleavage. "Hi Lawrence. Come on through, both of you. I was just getting dressed to go out."Bianca led the way into her kitchen and I marvelled at the shape of her trim posterior. She called. All this time since they had lost the loves of their lives, and then their mother, all they had was each other. Sure they still made love once in a while, but it was never again like that last Christmas time when he was a Senior in High School.When she came home all giddy and excited about this new client she was trying to sell a house for, he could see the love in her eyes. He hadn't see that look and she hadn't been this happy since Jerry and Leah had died. He tried to hide it, and be happy. "I want to..." She planted a wet kiss on his full lips. "... do something..." Her tongue darted into his unsuspecting mouth. "... for you." She pulled herself away, and lowered herself to her knees.Ally placed a feathery kiss on the head of his penis, and then used her tongue to clean up the tiny drop of fluid that had escaped its tip.Ben pulled her head back reluctantly. "Look, Ally, don't feel pressured to, uh, you know." He nodded down toward his penis. Truth was, the mere thought of her.