“Is that a problem?” she asks, sounding hopeful.The boy opens his mouth to tell her what Missy had said that night, but he quickly closes it and s...hakes his head. Happy to know this, Sylvie is still reluctant to push. She isn’t like Missy. Maybe that night was just a one-time thing. She shakes those doubts away. Her arousal demands it, as it demands she do something. So she turns to him and places her hand on his thigh, watching his reaction. “So, we haven’t sat down to talk about what happened. He watched her get up on shaky legs and head for the sink to clean her face a little better he supposed. “Hey, uh, while you’re cleaning up there, I’m going down stairs to get us a couple of drinks. What can I get you?” He had to get away for a few minutes to collect his thoughts. Too much had just happened and he wasn’t quite sure how to handle it, especially now that she wouldn’t even look at him to give her reply. “Water is fine,” she said tightly without emotion. Shit! He’d screwed up. So the big day arrived and I got to her house in a limo getting out of the car looking sharp. I walked up the path to her door. As I knocked on the door I hoped she had done what I asked and at least got dressed a little more dignified. When the door opened I thought my jaw was going to hit the floor. Theresa was wearing a short black dress she got for Mother’s Day which showed off her sexy legs and emphasized her ass, while the rest of the dress clung to her body she even let it drop a little. Who was he talking to like that? What kind of man talks to their girl like this? Pig! My thinking was a little hazy. I know what I wanted to do. I wanted to lean up and spit in his face! So why was my head moving around his hand, and why was I letting it smear thick and warm across my cheek….my chin…and why was the way he was feeding it to me making my insides ache with need? Jesus! Letting my mouth open just enough, he moved his cock head quickly to my lips. ‘There you go baby’, he.