"Thank you," I said, and then stood up. I went and fetched him a damp wash cloth. He took it; wiped himself; and handed it back to me without a word... His concern for being viewed as a 'man', and not a 'fag', was all important to his sense of self, and I understood that. To have thanked me, in his way of viewing things, would have placed him inside the 'faggot' category, and that was something he would never accept. So I thanked HIM, instead; even though he didn't acknowledge the reason for. I could see Nick sitting in his room through the glass door between our rooms. He was staring at his computer and his lips was just perfect for my cock. I got horny, my cock became harder and harder and I could feel it on my legs and right there, I hear a call of my boss, wanting to see me in his room and fuck, I am with that hard cock, very much visible from my pants. I stood up and tried to cover my hard on with some files and went in his room.He was so hot in his suit, my cock got really. She spread her legs wide, to allow him access to her. Upon reaching her steaming hot and wet pussy he placed his hands to her inner thighs and massaged them deeply while spreading them out even further and them holding them there. His target was in sight but he want about to let her off easy, no matter how great it smelled.He started with her right inner thigh, kissing and licking his way toward her pussy. Upon reaching it he switched to the other thigh but not before blowing across her clit as. ’ Fletcher, tired himself, interjected, ‘How could you not be a good mother?’ Sorrel answered, ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ Mary was the only person rested enough to think clearly, walked over and sat down beside Sorrel on the love seat, ‘We don’t want to judge you Sorrel. We just want to understand.’ Sorrel answered, ‘Look I just don’t want to talk about it. OK?’ Fletcher wasn’t going to let it go, ‘Well what happened? Were you abusive? Did you beat them? Did you like lock them in a closet.