But before I knew it, there was a knock on my door. Whenever I opened my door to Flora she was always peering at it, as if unsure of whether I lived ...there or not. But when I appeared, her face transformed into a wide smile. "Hello Darlin', I love the outfit!" she said, marching off towards her car. Oh, if she only knew. I slipped into the passenger seat, careful to pull my skirt down and began chatting to her, like normal. "No Callum today?" I asked. Callum was her nine year old son. "No,. ” She turned her head back to her youngest son’s jutting cock and sucked it far into her throat. Her head bobbed dutifully.“Damn, you suck good, Mom. You must really like it.”“Nnngg-uhh.” His mother protested.“That’s right, Tommy. Shut her up with your dick.” Robert grinned, satisfied he would finally achieve his goal. He lay down again, upon his mother’s beautiful figure and he started kissing her sharp pinned titties. He reached for his cock and fisted it between his mother’s hairy outer. “Yeah, she had a way with her words,” I replied.“Yes, she did,” Joan replied. “I’ll miss her.”“As will we all,” I replied.Joan offered me a drink. I was more than happy to join her.“I’ve got juice, tea, water, coffee, Coke and a bottle of tequila,” Joan replied.“Tequila?” I asked. I liked the way she casually threw that in the mix.“Sure,” she replied, turning and heading into the small kitchenette as I looked at her patio and all the plants on it.A few seconds later and Joan sauntered out of. She resumed her task, inputting all of Mister Tapas’ data – including his real name – before making a call to her husband. Although she had planned to tell him immediately, the guy was sounding too happy to just blurt it out. So she chose to do it in person, not cower behind a phone. As she talked to him about his day while heading out of the building, she tried to ease her guilt by telling herself that if she got this deal, not only was that raise guaranteed, her bonus was going to be enough.