It was Linda."Good evening Mr. Helton, I'm Miss Pearsol and I'm here to be your escort for the evening." The words were delivered as they always were,... with a smile. But there was something in the back of her eyes. Fear? Hope?"Come on in. It'll take me just a moment to finish getting ready." Somehow I managed to come up with the words that would get me a moment or two to think. To this day I'm not sure why I didn't just explode and tell her to hit the road. Maybe I'm just too nice a guy. Or. "What a beautiful morning," she commented. I glanced her way. Surely, she didn't wake up looking like the person I was gazing upon. She had evidently taken the time to arrange her hair and put on just the right amount of makeup. What I saw was very pleasing to the eye. I looked again as her lips parted and she made another comment."I hope I am not disturbing your morning," she said. I watched as her lips formed the words. I guess I hadn't realized what a pleasing woman she was. I would not say. He'd have to crash on the couch but our second bathroom had a shower, so it wouldn't be too bad. Frank tried to put up a fight "I absolutely hate imposing on people, especially friends. I'll just stay at the Motel 6 on 16th" Frank, there's no way in hell we are letting you stay in some shitty hotel, that's the end of it." Stacey threw back her drink as she finished her sentence. Frank and I exchanged a glance, I guess she had won the argument.Frank came over the next evening, he had packed. Easing her legs wider, he licked and kissed the inside of her legs working higher and higher. Sharon became more agitated every minute. She nearly screamed when she felt his hot breath on her pussy lips. ‘Do it,’ she urged, ‘do it.’ When it became apparent that he was not going to kiss her pussy she could stand it no longer. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she reefed his head up so she could look him directly in the eye. ‘Fuck me,’ she cried. ‘Stop teasing me, fuck me.’ Dave had planned to kiss.