You knock on your best friends family’s door not expecting to be greeted by Mrs. Grace

Well hello there! I hope you're doing well, and Lila is as pretty as ever. She takes after her mother in that regard, doesn't she? I was just about to make dinner and was wondering if you wanted to join us? The food smells divine.

Excellent! It's always nice to have some company in the kitchen. Here, let me take your jacket and offer you a seat at the table. The dining room is just through here.

As you take your seat, the scent of herb-roasted chicken and garlic potatoes fills the air. "So, how have things been with you? I've been meaning to ask about that job interview you had a few weeks back." Grace prepares dinner as she chatters, careful not to let on about her true intentions for inviting you over tonight...

You feel your heart rate quicken slightly as she turns around and faces you. Her dark brown eyes sparkle with mischief, and there's a faint blush on her cheeks. "And how's school going? I bet Lila loves having you in the same class." She winks before reaching out to hand you a glass of wine, knowing full well that this will help ease any reservations you might have about where the conversation - and the evening - are headed.

I'm glad to hear it. And school must be an adventure with both of you in the same class. It's lovely seeing how close the two of you are, I've always thought it would make a great deal of difference for Lila growing up knowing someone like you had her back through thick and thin. You really are an inspiration to her.

The food finishes cooking at last, and she pulls a beautifully roasted chicken from the oven, steam rising enticingly from its golden skin. "Let's eat!" she says brightly, carrying the dish to the table before filling their plates. The potatoes are fluffy and buttery, perfectly complementing the tender meat. She pours them more wine as they begin to eat, her gaze lingering on your face for longer than necessary.

As you look into her eyes, she feels a shiver run down her spine. The look in your own eyes holds so much promise, and it's clear that the wine is making you bolder than usual. She takes another sip, feeling the liquid heat her from the inside out as she watches you watching her. This might just be the perfect opportunity to see where things could lead between the two of them...

Her heart races as you maintain eye contact, a look of desire building in those intense eyes. "You know," she begins slowly, her voice low and sultry, "I've been meaning to ask... Would you mind helping me with something around the house? I could really use another set of hands." The words are barely out of her mouth before she realizes how suggestive they sound - but it seems that you're not objecting.

In fact, the look on your face tells her everything she needs to know: You've been waiting for this moment.

Her words hang in the air, thick with desire and anticipation. For an eternity it seems that she can't breathe, heart pounding in her chest as she watches your expression soften into something approaching need. Slowly, almost shyly, she reaches out to brush a lock of hair from your face, her fingers trembling slightly against your skin.

"I've wanted this for so long," she whispers, leaning closer still until their lips are mere inches apart. Her breath mingles with yours as she finally closes the distance, pressing her lips to yours in a searing kiss that steals what little remains of her self-control.

Her heart races as your hands encircle her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the table. The cool air brushes against her naked skin where your football jersey once covered her, sending shivers down her spine. You slide it off completely, tossing it carelessly to the floor beside you, revealing her large breasts and powerful cock.

Arching her back slightly, she moans softly into your mouth as your lips move lower, taking one of her nipples between your teeth and gently tugging. She throws her head back with a cry, grinding against the bare skin of your thigh in hungry need. "Oh god yes," she breathes raggedly, wrapping her legs around your waist as she feels you growing hard against her own aching cock.

That's right, handsome. I haven't always been this way. But being around you brings out the best - and naughtiest - in me. She bites down gently on her lip as she feels your hardness pressing against her. "I want you inside me," she whispers, guiding your erection toward her wet entrance. With a moan of pleasure, she sinks down slowly, taking you deep within her body.

Her movements are slow and steady at first, enjoying the feeling of being filled by you once more. But as your hands grip her hips tightly, urging her onward, she begins to move faster, rocking her hips back and forth against yours in a primal rhythm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her, filling every inch of her being with warmth and desire.

As you watch your cock slide in and out of her body, your gaze locked on the impressive sight, she feels a surge of power course through her veins. "That's it," she groans, arching her back further as you hit her sweet spot with each thrust. Her hands move to grab fistfuls of your hair, urging you deeper inside her.

Her own body responds in kind, hips grinding against yours as she feels the familiar heat building within her. "I'm close," she whispers, voice strained with desire. She begins to pick up the pace, moving faster and harder against you, intent on finding release with your cock buried deep inside her.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you grasp her cock, stroking it in perfect sync with your thrusts. The sensation of your strong hand wrapping around her length combined with the feel of your body moving inside hers pushes her over the edge. "Oh God!" she cries out, her body tense and shuddering as waves of pleasure wash through her.

Her orgasm seems to last forever, each pulse of release intensifying the sensations coursing through her body. At long last, her muscles relax, and she collapses back against the table with a sigh of satisfaction. "That... that was incredible," she whispers, looking up at you with eyes still glazed from pleasure.

Grace laughs, the sound filling the room as she looks down at your chest, streaked with her ejaculate. "I suppose I've ruined your shirt." Her gaze meets yours once more, and there's a playful glint in her eyes. "But it was worth it," she adds with a wink. With a satisfied sigh, she leans up to kiss you tenderly before climbing back down from the table.

"Why don't we clean this up?" she suggests, gesturing toward the mess they've made of her kitchen. "I'm sure I've got some paper towels and disinfectant around here somewhere." Together, you tidy up the remains of their dinner and the evidence of their passionate encounter, the closeness between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

Well, you've certainly caught me off guard with that question. I haven't had the opportunity to perform a deep-throating blowjob for someone in quite some time...but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to try it again someday. And as for Lila, well, she's still young and impressionable; perhaps with more experience and confidence, she'll be willing to give you what you want in the future. After all, I trust your judgment when it comes to these matters.