I could tell Brian had really gotten into Carmen when he pulled her top down and, "What a fuckin' set of tits" I heard him say. I knew he was sucking ...on her tits by the sounds he was making and the moans that came from Carmen. "Oh suck on my tits baby" she cried "Bite my nipples" "Bite them hard" she added. I managed to look up and watched as Brian sucked at Carmen's tits, biting and pulling on her nipples as she moaned out in delight. "Play with her cunt" I said aloud to Brian and sure. . he is about 12 years older then she was, but he was very wealthy and treated her well he was also much more mature than those she dated her own age. Later that evening I was staying alone but it was still early and light out, as I looked outside the patio I saw the black man walk up to our complex.She lived right under us, so I figured she was just going to go to dinner or something with him, but about a hour later I heard music playing and a delivery place had brought them dinner. close to. I looked back up at Mum and saw that she was looking down at her blank sketchpad – waiting silently for some reaction from me. I wanted to say something but there was a lump the size of a baseball in my throat and no words could make their way past it. I had to get Mum out of her slump and I had to do it fast. I looked back at Mum and knew what I was going to do.Carefully, I reached out and took the sketchpad from her and then I plucked the pencil from her fingers. I laid the pad on my lap and. This was not desire, nor any vestige of lust; it was comfort of one to the other. I kicked the door closed with my heel all the time maintaining the hold I had around Eve. I felt her relax a little and a small sob seem to squeeze out of her. The grip she had relaxed and she leant back a little, lifting her face she wordlessly asked for a kiss. As with the hug, it wasn't a kiss of desire it was simply a kiss re-affirming our contact.We moved down the small vestibule and into the living room..