Cool Blogger: PUMP THAT ASS saved my life," she said, still chuckling. "I thought this big jerk was going to crush me. I owe you."
"You don't owe me anything Mrs. Blair," I said, as we both now tried to drag Billy up the remaining stairs. "It's because of me that you almost got hurt. It's all my fault that Billy got like this."
"Nonsense," she grunted, as we finally got Billy to the top of the landing. "He's a big boy now, just like you. He should know what he could handle. You know what you can handle, don't you Joey? I know what I can handle."
The tone of her voice and the smile on her face both seemed to ask a very different question. Was she talking about drinking or about something else? Her eyes locked onto mine as she stood over the body of her sleeping Billy. She didn't move but continued to stare at me. I searched my mind for the proper answer when her gaze shifted to my crotch. I then realized that I still had a hard-on. My cock was far from being as large as it had been a few minutes ago, but it was still a little bit obvious. I knew that trying to cover what was hanging between my legs was out of the question, so I spoke quickly and loudly, hoping to bring Mrs. Blair's gaze elsewhere.