It was an address in the Pinedale section. That was at least a twenty minute drive."Dad, can I borrow the car?" He asked his father as he reached for ...the spare keys in the hook below the board. "I might still be able to catch them." I can't see what's all so important that you need to rush over there?" His father said as he too noted the time."It's my sketch book..." Michael began to say."No wonder you've been so depressed." His Mother interrupted. "John..." She said as she turned to her. When she peeked around the corner of the stairwell, she saw the window dresser down on her knees giving joyful head to the new associate with a frenzied motion. It was obvious she wanted to get to the “happy ending” before they were interrupted by some worker using the stairs instead of the preferred elevator.The sounds of the happy grunts coming from the young man’s throat told Sue that he was flooding the window dresser’s mouth with his boy-juice as he held her ears in position for his. Yet, it was the drunken father he was drawn to, seemingly only tolerant of her. Perhaps he had learned the lesson from his father early, that women were but a means to gratify your own ego and an easy outlet for your repressed anger. They were possessions to be used how and when the man saw fit, then kept at arms length until they again had a use. Any show of affection toward them could be construed as weakness.The boy had learned his lessons well. From childhood, while never actually hostile. Willow would, of course, do as she had been told, but she had picked up a thing or two in college which she couldn’t wait to try out.She kissed the very tip of her mom's throbbing cock through the skirt, tasting pre and noticing a wet spot on the fabric of the dress, biting her lip she moved her hands to her mom's ankles, urging her own fingers under her dress and lifting up, revealing the long tanned length of Louise's gorgeous legs and drawing closer and closer to the prize that awaited.