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kitchen. “And did you? Think that is.”
    I took the same stool I did last time. She went to the fridge and got me a drink, sitting the glass on the bench in front of me.
    “Yeah. I thought, and I went to see Mary-Jane. The girl I told you about.”
    She nodded, said nothing. So I went on, “I asked her how she felt. We talked and then she thanked me. Told me she was grateful to me, and that she wanted me to show her more.”
    “How did that make you feel?”
    I swallowed, suddenly nervous. What if I asked for more and she said no. What if they didn’t want anymore from me? What if once was enough for them? I had to know, even if there was the risk of being rejected, so I said quickly, “I realized that I was thankful to you and that I wanted more. From you. From Mr. D.”
    I closed my eyes—too frightened to meet her gaze in case I saw the rejection I feared so much. Her cool fingers cupped my face. I looked up to see her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Oh Jacob you are the sweetest boy. Lucas and I were so worried that we’d broken you. Shown you too much too soon. I’m so glad you came back.”
    “Will you show me more?” I asked.
    She kissed me for the first time, her tongue meeting mine. Heat shot through my body and I realized I wanted her as much as I wanted Mr. D. She pulled back from the kiss still cupping my face in her hands. “Yes. I’ll show you more. We’ll show you more.”
    She stepped back and held out her hand. I stood up from the stool and placed my hand in hers, ready to follow her, wherever she wanted me.

Chapter Ten
    She took me down the hall to their bedroom. Inside the doorway she stopped to flick on the light. “I like to see you,” she said with a wry smile. “You have a beautiful body Jacob.”
    I blushed and she placed her cool hand on my flushed cheek. “Will you show me your body Jacob? Please.”
    I nodded, eager to please her—she sat down on the bed and watched me strip. When I stood naked before her she dropped to her knees. Her mouth at my cock. I speared my fingers in her hair, freeing her curls from the bun as her supple lips enclosed my dick. Her mouth was softer than Mr. D’s had been. Hotter. She held me at the root, tugged hard and pulled the skin back tight.
    I made a fist in her hair as she tongued my sensitive slit. She moaned and I felt the vibration through my balls. She was so good at this, that I wanted to make it last. I wanted to feel it all. I didn’t want to come in her mouth. Not yet. Not so fast. She must have realized I was close because she tightened her hold on my root and pulled her mouth away.
    “I like the taste of you.” She licked the head of my cock and purred, "Mmmmm. This is the only other cock I’ve sucked since I got married.”
    I didn’t know why but I got a little head rush at the thought. She stood up, and pressed her lush body against me.
    Soft. So soft.
    “Do you want to taste me Jacob?”
    I nodded. I’d wanted to taste her from the moment I first saw her through the bedroom window.
    “Undress me.”
    My hands shook my fingers trembling at the tie of her dress. Thankfully it was one of those wraps that fell open with one good tug. When I pulled her dress from her shoulders I saw him.
    Mr. D.
    He was leaning on the frame of the doorway, watching. He’d taken off his jacket and tie and his business shirt was half unbuttoned.
    I didn’t stop what I was doing. I didn’t tell her that he was there, I kept undressing her. Her bra was pink. Lacy and sheer. I dropped my head and sucked her nipple through the fabric. She moaned as I sucked hard. Her nipple swelled hard and full in my mouth. I bit the berry tipped end and rolled it between my teeth.
    I liked the hissing sound she released as I bit and sucked. She was leaning into me, I unclipped the front clasp of her bra and pulled it apart. Slipping off her shoulders it fell to the ground beside her dress. I moved a hand under the elastic of her panties. I pulled them up, hard