She got on her knees, pulled my shorts down, grabbed my cock and immediately began to suck it.She ferociously sucked my cock, taking it deep, spitting... on it, getting it slick and hard.She popped up and pushed me down on the bed. She climbed up and grabbed my arms and held me down."Do you like me?" she asked."Yes" I answered."Fuck me!" she ordered.She rolled over and spread her legs wide open. She was dripping wet, her thick blonde bush glistening. I took my cock and lined it up and slowly began. I’ll give them all a call and ask them to come over.” I was thinking it would be hot to have his brothers over for the day in more ways than one. Are your sisters going to the same meeting?” “I asked. Should I ask them over as well?”“That’s a good idea if you don’t mind a houseful of men dear.” Paul answered. “I'll see you in the morning. Maybe I’ll sleep in the basement so I don’ disturb you when I get home Joan.”“That’s okay I’ll gladly sleep in the basement. You’ll need your sleep.” . I let my fingertips slide over her dress, always moving, and never lingering in one place too long. Her skin shivered, and her kisses became more intense and desperate.She broke away from me and stood still, her hands on my shoulders, her chest heaving. “Christ, boss, do you know what you’re doing to me? I’m so wet, and my panties are soaking.”“I’m doing what any red-blooded man should do, worshiping the woman he’s about to make love to – and you are ‘all’ the girl I’m going to worship. My parents still weren’t thrilled with me. They invited me back to Sunday dinners but I didn’t go; Greg and Chloe were typically there, and Patrick was never invited. I understood and hoped that, with time, things would change.My mother kept in touch with me. I didn’t speak much to my father. He hadn’t forgiven me.Some friends stopped talking to me, too. Family members united with Chloe. There seemed to be more repercussions to my relationship with Patrick than I originally realized.But Patrick.