If he didn't, he would have gotten into his sister Betsy's pants a long time ago."Okay, listen up, little girl, I'll make it good to you," Matt promis...d his niece, fuming inside at his careless son. "Next time that damned Jack shows his face around here, I'll personally kick his ass for you."Millie shifted in her chair. More of her wispy bush showed under her cut- offs. Then, before she spoke again, her dangling fingers traced the tawny slope of one of her inner thighs just shy of her. Kneading my ass. Sucking and kneading.My legs were weak. I wasn't sure if I could stand there for long. I held his head and moved my hips gently. My cock went in and out of his mouth."Do you like my cock, Pete?" Does it taste nice?" Do you like how my ass feels in your hands?" I like having my cock in your mouth." I like your hands on my ass."He moved his finger between my cheeks and found the little rosebud."Mmmm Pete, yes, touch me there."He pressed, and I yielded. But I wasn't. She also had ones that were not so nice. At present, she tried to look around the room, unsure of how or why she was there. Donna had drunk too much, that she knew, but ‘what the hell!’ her daughter had just got engaged and everyone was celebrating.That was it, she thought, she was still at home. Her daughter and fiancé had invited had invited a whole slew of friends over. They were having an engagement party. Donna was home. She was in the small bedroom… in the basement… just off the rec-room.. She was surprised to find that Palmer was a pretty good cook. His reach was limited, hardy, basic fare; steaks, stews, meat and potatoes, that type of things. As he pointed out, he’d only learned to cook the things he liked to eat. She also discovered he was fairly knowledgeable about wine, knowing which wine matched up well with what dish. She was learning quickly from him.As close as they got, it never went beyond the friendship stage. Surprising considering less than a year ago she’d.