“And what, I’m not paying attention either? Just because you didn’t pay attention, that’s why your son is struggling?” I asked a little heat...dly.“Well, someone’s tightly wound today.” Dad raised one eyebrow. “Does this car have a sunroof above you by any chance? A few modifications and I’ll have an ‘eject’ button built just for these moments.”I sighed. “Sorry.” I lamely said. “Yeah, I’m a little tightly wound.”“I could see.” he nodded. “That would be why I didn’t get angry. Anger is best. This boy had a great tongue. It wasn’t designed for talking, that’s for certain. The guy could barely hold his own in a conversation, but put it to a nipple, or a clit, and it proved its value very quickly. I held his head right there, not wanting to let him up for air, even. My ass squirmed and squirmed on that sofa, and my body actually became more and more sensitive, and the rough covering of the sofa felt more and more rough on my bare ass. Eventually, I kept it up in the air, giving. They’d looked at her copy of the restraining order and called a forensics team to gather evidence, an unusual step for a property crime, but they had a healthy prejudice against domestic violence and crimes of passion. I was carrying, so I made sure they were aware of that fact, and that I had a permit, and after they were gone and her car had been towed I took her to breakfast, then to the gun store for several boxes of ammunition and then out to the range.It was partly for me, to work off. After a few minutes of kissing I took one of his hands and placed it on my right tit. Right under the half t-shirt on to my bare tit. It didn’t take him long to figure out how to caress my tit. I then reached down and unbuttoned the straps that held my skirt up. Then I lifted my t-shirt to let him have full access to my tits. He started sucking on them one at a time. That’s when I started playing with his very hard cock while it was still in his pants. After a couple of minutes I unbuttoned his.