After he left she noticed my text from john. Luckily for me she didn’t notice the time it was sent. Smugly she said she needed to go out, which is j...ust as I hoped. I wanted to follow but thought it best to stay home and wait.Two hours later she finally Returned. It was obvious she had been crying. Her normally smart look seemed disheveled.“Oh Hi Sue…..are you okay?” I asked.“No I’m fucking not!” She sounded really pissed off. “I don’t want to talk about it.” She stormed off upstairs and slammed. . your mouth feels... ahhh... so good." She began humming again, sending jolts from my balls to my brain. "Fuck, Cass... You're gonna... make me... cum... if you're not... careful."She let me slip from her warm, wet mouth, but still licked up and down my length. "When I was sixteen, I used to hear you and Mom fucking at night when you thought I was asleep. I'd finger myself, dreaming it was you fucking me rather than Mom." She licked some more as she jacked on my staff. "Mom was always quiet,. I was going to setup a fuck session between him and Lana. He was going to be pleasantly surprised.My relationship with Lana had changed to a sexual one when I was 16 years old, two years after the death of my father.I had returned from my afternoon date with Ricky - the same guy that I had married two years later.That afternoon I had given up my virginity to him. Lana and I had discussed it at length over the preceding couple of weeks. I felt that I was mentally prepared for the event as much. “Daphne, would you like to - ?” Mallory didn’t need to finish her question. She relished in the tug of her arm as Daphne led her to bed. “We don’t need any more words. Only talk unless you’re screaming my name,” Daphne’s voice dropped from preppy to low and sultry. She pushed her hips off the mattress and rocked her skirt up over her hips and down her slim ankles. A coarse breath gushed from her lips as Mallory’s greedy, lustful hands slithered under her shirt and squeezed her firm lumps. “Oh.