Later, Martha interrogated him over dinner at home, sparing me the effort. “How did it go with Christy last night?” she asked him.“We had fun.�...� He said.“That’s all?” Martha asked with a smile.“Mother!”“Don’t be so uptight, Phillip. If you can’t tell us, who can you tell? Anyway, I just want you to know that we think Christy is a sweet girl, and she’s always welcome here, Right Harry?”“Yes, of course.” I said.I went to see my young mistress the next afternoon. I was pretty pissed off, I can tell. Meeting her perceptive stare, he asked quietly, “How much do you want to know?”She glanced at Calara for a moment, then replied, “I want to say ‘everything’, but something tells me you’re keeping things from me for my own good, not just to be deceitful.”“That’s right,” John said, his voice filled with concern.She gave him a guarded look. “In that case, let me just start by asking if you’re sleeping with all those girls?”“Mom!” Calara protested.John had the good grace to flush with. I was getting a boner just from watching Betty lookingat Sheela’s pussy and licking her lips, could she bethinking about eating Sheela’s pussy like I was andpicturing herself doing it. I lifted and lapped the legthat Betty’s hand was on so that I could hide my bonerthat was rising, Betty did not move her hand when I didso with my leg now elevated her hand slid down my thighand landed on my now erect dick.What luck, can this really all be happening to me today.I felt like I was. She knotted her hand in his hair as her tongue began exploring new areas of his mouth. He roughly gripped her side of her thighs.“Wait!” Life had managed to pry Heaven off of him. He looked like he was controlling himself. Eyes wild with excitement and a glint of lust that seemed more seductive then anything.“What’s wrong?” Heaven asked as she looked at him.His eyes flashed to her’s they weren’t their usual violet instead they were a very light purple that almost seemed to glow. He opened his.