"I had already called and spoken to a sweet-voiced thing called Angie at his office and was headed there right now to line up the job.The office was a... total disaster. Angie was a harassed looking young girl with a nice set of tits that most actresses would die for. I have to admit I was staring at them a bit too much and realized that Angie being a sharp cookie didn't miss a trick."You like them, Miss Allure? My uncle Tony paid for them because I was extra nice to him when he was out here. “Uhhhhh….T…..Rahul…..uh…I…. think….we….we…should…..ohhhhhh!” she moaned, half fighting me and at the same time entangling her hand in my hair, pulling my mouth tighter into her neck.I reached her jaw line and planted wet, open-mouthed kisses along it, aided by my mothers unintentional reaction of lifting her head. As I came to her chin, I kissed it gently, flicking my tongue against the cute cleft that is a family trait.Mom’s eyes were mostly closed and her body was in a battle between pushing. She stopped to eat at a small restaurant off the Route National so she could chat with the formidable lady who ran the place. The food was simple but tasty in the style of Languedoc, and she loved it. The owner's gruff demeanor masked a quick wit and a deep loneliness that resonated with her own, and Helen always found it a pleasure to talk with her when she came through. Since the noon rush was past, they were able to sit in the garden where the sun had begun to shed its warmth.Not too much. To add further to her concern, she feared her almost translucent blouse and thin bra would let Jack see how large and stiff those delightfully sensitive nubs of pleasure were. Oh no! she thought. Jack’s going to see me like this and think I’m a slut. This is happening too soon. Down below, in the grotto beneath the mount dedicated to her name, Venus continued her preparations to receive Priapus. She caused the delicate petals of the flower that blossomed at the entrance of her abode to thicken.