"I'll go tell her." Sophia ran up to Tara's bedroom upstairs. A few minutes later, the folks downstairs heard a delighted scream.A week later, they we...re at the Fleet Center in Boston, trying to get back stage."Look, we have backstage passes, right here," Warren said."That's not good enough," the guard at the door said. "You have to be on the list. One of the skaters had to put you on the list. Which skaters are you friends with?" All of them!" Sophia shouted. "These tickets didn't come from a. Take me out! I need to get some air!”“What’s in it for me?” I asked.“I’ll suck your cock while we drive.”“Good start, what else?”“We can fuck in the dressing room?” Jamie asked, grinning.“Not bad. What else?”Jamie thought for a moment.“What if I seduce one of the sales girls?”My cock twitched.“That could be fun.”“I figured as much.” Jamie giggled.We showered and dressed, then got in my car.Jamie put her foot on the dash and leaned her head back, basking in the summer California Sun. Her long. While Uncle Jake manned and readied the grill, Aunt Rita marinated the steaks in adobo, which is a Spanish marinade made of oil, vinegar, peppercorns, bay leaves, ground red pepper and lemon juice. And aside of the fact that it tastes great, it also permeates the meat, making it porous, allowing the heat to penetrate it more evenly as it cooks. But when I offered to help, I was politely shooed out of the kitchen and told to go and change into some nice clothes. Aunt Rita was so sweet, God love. .."That's what you want isn't it?... You don't want romantic, lovie-dovie sex from hubby... You want nasty raunchy sex from strange men... You want to play the whore... paid to satisfy your client." She sighed deeply and, meeting my gaze in the mirror, she nodded." "Great... Take the robe off and get down on your knees... I want you to service me orally." She eagerly complied. I grabbed her by the hair and tilted her face up towards me and began rubbing my cock all over her face while I stared.