I sucked him as deep as I could. I played with his balls with one hand and slowly stroked his dick with the other. I gave him a very deep, wet, slow b...lowjob. It wasn't long before he was gasping and pushing my head further down on his cock. He was really enjoying my blowjob. As I sucked him up and down I looked over at the girls. His girlfriend was fixated on my sucking her man. Candy had her face buried in the girls tits and was rubbing her pussy. The girlfriend told us she wanted to watch him. I knew what was happening- I had been familiar with that feeling for just under eight years of my life, and loved it- there is NOTHING like having a guy cum in your mouth. I felt him quickly and frantically brush a curl of my wavy burnt-orange and red wavy wig hair away from my cheek. I snuck a quick peek at myself in one of the many mirrors in the sex room he'd built for me. Or, or perhaps someone like me, who knew? Who cared, he was cumming in me again. I loved the view of me, on my knees. For once, she was grateful. There were no explanations to be made. It was a Thursday, and she dreaded Saturday, or for that matter, the next two nights. What excuse would she have for his absence tonight and Friday and then finally, the weekend. She thought about telling the children the truth, but they were so young and innocent. They would never understand; especially Andrea. There had to be something she could say ... there had to be.As Andrea and Scott left for school, Jeanette picked up. 'You're beautiful,' he whispered.'Thank you,' I said. 'I bet you're pleased to bespending the night with me, aren't you?''Oh, yes. Yes I am.''Good.'I pulled back the sheet on the bed, sat on the edgeof it, then demurely lifted my legs up, keeping thehem of the nightdress around my shins, and lay down.Then I pulled the sheet back over me, and said, 'I'mfeeling very tired, now Jason. You don't mind if Iturn out the light, do you?' and I fumbled for thepull cord over the bed. CHAPTER 8'You can't.