I yelled for them to come in as my arms were full and turned to see her youngest daughter walking into my door. She asked me how I was as she set down... in a chair and threw one leg over the side of it. When we lived together I had crossed the girl’s legs for her almost everyday when she did this because I didn’t want my son or me to see her thong or cunt when she set like that. Today I notice that she didn’t have any thong on and that the legs of her bib shorts opened enough to give me a clear. I’ll cover for you.’ ‘No, I need something on,’ I protested. ‘Chicken!’ she challenged. ‘Chicken? HA!’ I shot back still looking for a cover. She upped the challenge. ‘I dare ya.’ ‘Oh you dare me? Like I won’t?’ I snorted. ‘You’re a chicken lilly liver!’ she shot back. OK, NO ONE CALLS ME A CHICKEN LILLY LIVER!! NO ONE!! ‘Fine. I’ll show you!’ Challenge accepted. We both got up and went to the door. I opened it and peeked out to make sure no kids were present. The coast was clear so we made. I've got time for a cup."We got our coffee and sat down at a table in the back and she said, "Can you tell me what is the compulsion that makes men hint most about what they really least want to do?"I looked at her, trying to figure out where she was going with the conversation and she went on, "Oh I know I shouldn't have been 'Little Miss Smart Mouth' back there with the head between the legs comment, but then you didn't hesitate to jump in with 'face the other way' comment. My point is that. I'd lay back and enjoy this for a short time. Then I'd reach over and start stroking his cock. If I was really feeling like a whore I'd lean over and start sucking his cock. After a bit if he hadn't said anything about going to a room or another area I'd lean over and whisper to him that I had a room. We'd head off to my room. When we got to the room I'd drop to my knees and start sucking his cock again. After I'd suck him till he was nice and hard I'd pull him onto the bed into a 69. We'd suck.