"Well, since you have been such an asshole about the whole thing, I have told the girls I won't be there Friday night. I told them you insisted I go o...ut with you instead of my friends. I told them I might meet them Saturday night instead."I was angry with her attitude but decided to let it go, hoping she was going to meet me at least half way and spend more time with me. I did make her angrier though when I reminded her our children were going to be here that weekend and would stay over. She agreed but said, "If you don't mind, I need to keep going."That was fine by me. So I headed to the kitchen and made a pair of grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. It was getting hot outside, but somehow a grilled sandwich and chips were calling to me. I put the food on a pair of plates, poured some milk in two glasses and took it all out to the back deck where I called to the maid for lunch.When she arrived she had taken off the sweats and was just dressed in her bra and panties. "Do you. ' He smiled and parked the car, and as if he heard my thoughts said, "No my butterfly, like you." His golden eyes looked me over, a spark of electricity following his gaze. Self consciously, I bit my lower lip looking down at my hands in my lap. Strong fingers grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at his face. We were only centimeters apart; I swallowed and licked my lips a little. That determination bore into my soul, making my heart skip the rhythm every few beats. Finally, after what felt. And, as I said, he let's me do my suck and finger routine on him, and he really appreciates it, if you can picture that?" Oh, Tag could picture it, all right.Tag knew what she meant by her slow, sensual suck and finger routine. Lucy didn't just suck a cock, she made love to it. Slow and easy. Moaning throughout. As if she was worshipping the dick. In love with it. While she masturbated herself. Suck and finger.Tag would lay back, his hands behind his head, and watch her, totally rapt and.