She returns with a dark wig that she explains she wears when she wants to go out to a bar and not give a damn about how people treat her. (She's a red...-head and finds that the wig gives her an alternate persona.) Two dangling clip-on earrings and I get to look. Upon seeing my reflection, I made the closest approximation to a squeal that my throat would allow. The noise was not planned, it's just that I was so excited that I squealed!We went into the other room to try out what clothes would fit. I appreciate what you have done."He said, "It's nothing, Chad. Your young lady is one of the sweetest people I have ever met and deserves only nice things. She had nothing to do with her mother's problems." Again, I thank you, Sir."He gave my shoulder a pat. I was immediately buttonholed by someone else and slowly made my way back to Britt with water for both of us.By eight, people had left and it was the four of us and Mitch. We sat down for supper with Mitch seated between Mom and Britt. He. I walked around the living room looking at pictures and mementos as she made the martinis. Whenever I found a mirror or window that reflected I looked at her and found her watching me. I turned to look at her. “How did you meet your boyfriend, Mrs. Beckwith?” I asked. “Please, call me Beckey,” she responded. “Oh right, sorry, Beckey.” “I met him at the yacht club. I go there for lunch quite often. I was sitting alone and he asked if he could join me, since he was alone also. . Raising his eyebrows, he gestured toward his still-hard cock.Looking up at him again from beneath her lashes, she grasped the base of his shaft and began to lick him.She felt strangely empowered doing this. She was in control now, and she wanted to make him cum.He was surprised by her enthusiasm. For a virgin, she was good at this.“AHHH, yes… fuck! … Lick my balls.”She moved his cock to the side and tentatively sucked one of his balls into her mouth, and then did the same to the other.Wrapping.