Her mouth was hot and wet on his dick. She grabbed his big, hard cock and continued fucking him with her mouth. Again and again, she slid her mouth up... and down on him. She worked the tip, his balls and took the whole of his cock in her mouth. He could not take anymore. He wanted so badly to let go and shoot his load in her throat. He was almost there. Before he could let go though, she took her mouth off him. He groaned.She stood up and straddled him. Facing him while their eyes lock. She. Before I knew it, Janet asked me what we were going to do to celebrate.“Don’t you think we should at least wait for the last script to be paid, before we celebrate?” I asked.“That isn’t what I meant,” she informed me. “I’m talking about Thanksgiving. It’s next week you know.”“Ah I see,” I said. “Well I usually go to someone’s house for lunch, then stay home and watch TV.” I said.“So what about this year. We always have thanksgiving dinner at my parent’s house,” she asked. “They have made a big. His breath caught in his throat at the sight that met his eyes. An angelic young girl walked towards the table with a wooden platter bearing an entire steaming salmon. She stood at perhaps five foot four, was slim, had shining brown hair and twinkling brown eyes that framed a long, slender nose. She looked younger than Gemma even and her hair was hooked back behind her little ears. The overall look was one of youthful innocence.Eoric could read that the twinkle in her eyes was due to the affect. She was a full-figured woman and her large breasts fought to stay within the confines of her bra. Finally ready, she reached out and stroked the tightly stretched fabric. It was a curiously gentle touch. The skirt was tight, and it took a struggle to work it over Yvonne’s bottom to her waist. The back of the tiny thong was almost invisible as it went between her cheeks. Hardly worth moving I thought but Ms Evans was determined to do the job thoroughly. She pulled it down and let it slide half.