I answered it, and there was Jen, looking beautiful in a flowery summer dress and white flat shoes. She played along with the lie, thanking me for fin...ing the problem, pissed off that she may need to get a new cooker etc. As the evening went on, she was really nice to Sharon, complementing her on her clothes, her food etc. She told us both to call her Jen, a nice move as I couldn’t then get caught out by my familiarity with Jen. She asked about holidays, and Sharon explained how me not getting. She turned to me, and said "This morning I told you that I liked your show. I meant that. I enjoy masturbating and I like to watch other people who enjoy it. I could see that you do because you don't just jerk off. You take your time, you watch yourself. I want to watch you now, and I want you to watch me." And with that, and keeping her eyes fixed on mine, she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. Her words had stunned me. It sounds odd, but the thought of watching her masturbate was more. “Ohhhh…” she sighed again, writhing herself back against him. The pleasure was building more and more, she didn’t know how much longer she could last! She opened her legs a little more, giving him full access to her pussy. She was gasping for breath, almost there. “MMMMMMM…” she cried, cumming, biting her lip. Her heart was pounding violently, she was wincing as her pussy convulsed around his expert tongue. Her bare feet were on their toes on the linoleum as she came and came and came. Ryan. We should find out just how smart this young man of yours is.”My dad leaned forward a little and asked, “And what if he ‘surpasses’ your eighth-grade exams?”“Let’s wait and see if that happens, Mr. Thornberry? We have a nice high school just down the street from us.”Well, suffice it to say, both Mom and Dad had a spirited discussion during the drive home. It revolved around the fact that, ‘Her little boy’ would be around kids that might treat him poorly, because he’s only thirteen years.