<div class="floatleft">(http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01837/HENDRICKS-WESTWOOD_1837976a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Heather<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Zuko, Tomas<br/><br/>Her own tea had quickly been discarded in favour of holding Zuko's head in place but, despite her obvious pleasure, Heather still spared a warm - if somewhat lustfl - smile for Tomas as he sat down.<br/>Hardly inexperienced in such matters, she was still unable to hold back her gasps and soft moans as Zuko worked and, if anything, the presence of her son only excited her further. It wouldn't be all that hard, she knew, to reach over and include him in this. It was, in fact, very tempting to do exactly that but Heather had just enough self-control to keep herself from leaning over and giving Tomas some attention of her own. Like her, he tended to be enthusiastic when he got going, and she doubted that either of them wanted to peak too soon today.<br/><br/>Instead she merely sat back, one hand on Zuko's head and the other busy higher up. Her low cut dresses had some of the same 'problems' as Ayame's uniform, but Heather didn't find it at all embarrassing to simply pop one of her large breasts free and let her free hand play with it while Zuko licked and sucked away between her legs.