I can’t seem to get it out of my head.”She shot a quick glance in my direction; a snotty glance. We sat and ate; my father asking the usual questi...ons.“How was school?”“How’s baseball goin’?” Bla— Bla— Bla— Bla... Every once-in-a-while, I caught Mom looking at me. She was hard to read. One second she looked mad, the next it was gone. I was beginning to worry about the repercussions heading my way.The rest of the night went relatively normal. After dinner the dishes were cleared, Dad sat down in. Marie picked at her salad as Ryan sliced off the small browned clit. He always ate it first and always had the same two comments: How much he loved clit toppers and how Marie’s clit was better than any he had seen in the displays at the grocery store.Marie smiled and said “Thank you” just like she always did. She also said ‘Since you brought up meat, I went into the grocery store to make sure they would have our order for Saturday and I got a great deal.”Ryan looked up at her. “How good of a. ‘I don’t want to come yet,’ he told me. ‘And the combination of the image of your lips around me and the exquisite feel of what you’re doing is about to make me explode.’ He pushed me back on the bed and I spread my legs for him. Instead of getting in position between them, again he began to finger me. ‘I want you,’ I cried. He wasn’t listening to me. In an instant his face was pressed to my pussy, his tongue lighting my clit on fire. I cried out in surprise and pleasure. He nipped and sucked. He didn’t want to be thought of as a gigolo, and her income was creeping up above his, but being told that he turned her on was itself a turn-on.“So you wouldn’t mind if we did it that way again?”“Not at all. Considering a matinee?”“I mean at home.” But a matinee was an idea. They couldn’t at home with work to do. They might here with the others out of the house. Just Bob and Jeanette gone would do. Mom would keep Cat well away.“Mind if I wear my glasses?”“You want me to wear my glasses?” Where.