I’m really skating on thin ice here, this is hardly my area of expertise. Maybe you should see a counselor or something, get to the root of your iss...ues.”“No, no,” I said, “I don’t really think that’s necessary, at least not yet. I think I get your point, and I think you may be onto something. I will ask you to keep an eye on me, if you think I’m getting in too deep, pull me back from the edge, if you’ll excuse the mixed metaphors.”“Well,” Wallace said, “where do we go from here?”“Why don’t I. But, still, I’m sure that you get the idea.’ And she trilled a little six-note ditty. Mrs Hattersley was full of surprises and I started to wonder just how well my grandmother knew her ‘good friend’.‘Anyway,’ she said, ‘I’ll leave you to sort yourself out. Supper should be ready in about 20 minutes.’Supper was proof (if proof were needed) that Mrs Hattersley’s talents ran beyond mixing a mean Pink Gin and singing old surfing songs. The. I arose, and tookoff the bra and wig. I carefully placed everything back where I hadfound it. Then I went to my room for a robe, and went into thebathroom. I was just starting to take off my make-up when I heard mymother entering the house. She called to me from downstairs, and Ianswered that I was going to take a bath. I got the last of my make-upoff when I realized that I was still wearing my panties. I slipped themoff, and held them up for a look before putting them into the pocket ofmy. The feeling in my cock was now a force of nature and I could feel the pressure building. I held off for as long as I could, prolonging the moment until with a silent scream my spunk shot from the end of my throbbing prick. As soon as the first two or three heavy spurts had hit the roof of her mouth Jess lunged forward, feeding my cock straight down her throat again until my balls sat on her chin. Jess sucked deeply and continuing to lash my shaft with her ferocious tongue. She stayed there for.