“Cool!” the stud replies, looking forward to a full night of sex with the insatiable MILF, but then he remembers that he promised Megan that he wo...uld go out with her Saturday night. He lies there silently for a moment, thinking how best to resolve his dilemma; should he blow off Megan and risk her fury? Just then, the solution occurs to him. “Awww, shit! I just remembered…I got something going on this weekend that I can’t get out of…” he exclaims, in apparent vexation. “What? That girlfriend of. The steaks." Oh, yes, of course. Well, that depends on which steak you would like, Miss."George didn't give him a chance to breathe. "I think Michael, that my wife would prefer you to tell her what sort of meat you recommend."To his credit, there was no hesitation. "The mignon, perhaps?"George stepped back into the breach. "No, no. That's a little girl's steak. Stella is a woman. She needs something with substance. Something a little more solid."I just grinned, but I could feel the conversation. “Baby girl you are too big to be sitting on my lap anymore.”Slapping me on my bottom, he pushed me away from him.Embarrassed and hurt I ran down the hallway to my bedroom. I tried to sleep but I could only think about him. His voice, his mouth, his fingers inside me. I rolled over on my stomach, putting my fingers inside my wet pussy, I started to rub my clit. I could hear my father in my dream.“You fucking little slut”Just thinking about those words made my pussy throb. I was so close to. Suddenly I felt her muscles begin contracting around my fingers. The smile on her face was definitely getting bigger. All at once she began gently thrusting herself against my hand. This was definitely not what I had in mind. I immediately removed my fingers from her. A look of disappointment replaced the smile on her face. As hard as it was I pretended nothing had happened. Her face was turning red. I could clearly see that she her embarrassment about what had just happened. I did not say.