”Allison’s mouth turned up in a smirk, and her eye’s twinkled slightly. Jean lay on my shoulder, looked first at me, then at her friend, who res...ted on the opposite armrest of the couch.“He was staring at my boobs,” Allison said.I shrugged my shoulders. I had been.“OK, I admit it. I was. Purely scientific, however. Jean mentioned that your breasts were smaller than hers, but from where I am sitting, I can’t see much of a difference.”Jean told me that Allison was a 36 B, and I know Jean is a 38. You got mad. Ben, you even punished an innocent father in a fit of anger. Is that how you expect your employees to act? Would you even tolerate it?" Mister Anderson shook his head slowly. Missus Anderson was weeping. Mom didn't let up. "Now, instead of loving your remaining daughter and rewarding her many, many good points, you are pushing her away from you as roughly and unlovingly as possible. You are trying to screw up your other child. I have been teaching for longer than my children have. I found the taste to be slightly salty but otherwise inoffensive. I again ran my tongue over the head this time sliding part way down the shaft, and then I looked up at John. When we made eye contact, John said, ‘Take as much of my cock in your mouth as you can. Try to only touch it with your lips and tongue, no teeth.’ Because of its somewhat relaxed state I was able to take his whole cock into my mouth. John said, ‘That’s good. Now pull back so that my cock comes part way out of your mouth. I then changed into some khaki’s and a rugby shirt, poured a glass of merlot, sat in the winged chair in the bedroom, and waited for my darling to come home. I heard the door open and quick steps to the kitchen, followed by a surprised-sounding “Oh, shit! Britt, are you home?” she called. “Here in the bedroom, Marissa,” I replied. She walked in, a sheepish look on her face as she stopped just inside the door. She saw the display on the chest, and knew what was afoot. “How was your day, babe?”.