Jahn had gone for a more personalized touch for them: both of his gifts were delicate silver necklaces with a hand-written cards. To Jen, he had given...a sunburst pendant with a stylized ‘J’ at the center of the piece, the card reading You are my sun, burning bright even in forests of day, giver of life and light and happiness, uplifting my heart whenever you are with me. And to her sister, a waxing moon with a stylized ‘F’, the card reading: You are the moon in my dark night, a bright light. “I need cleaning boy,” the girl shouted at me, as shelifted her skirt and sat down with her legs splayed.I knelt before her, and could see that she had beenfreshly fucked. I moved my head between her smooth ebonythighs, and began to lick her clean. She was very sexy,and if I had been able to obtain some relief theactivity would have been quite pleasant. All the time Iwas licking, my wife was making remarks, telling thegirl that this was all I was really good for.I finally finished. Things were a little hectic, so my estimates are suspect, but I think it took her five or six minutes before her grunts, whines and choking noises rose to a fever pitch. Then she let out what can only be described as a scream, and her pussy muscles started fluttering all around my cock. I reached to pinch her nipples. Caitlin liked that, so I hoped Emma would too.Suddenly, her ability to make noises went away, because all she did was sit, rigidly, moving her hips only an inch or two, grinding. I’d read about women who liked a man to cum on their face in my well-worn copy of Xavaria Hollander’s book The Happy Hooker, never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d ever meet a woman who offered to let me do it. “Yes please” I answered, forgetting that it was an either or question. “Both, you are a dirty boy” Linda laughed “I’m sure a horny young boy like you has plenty of spunk to satisfy both our wishes” she continued, increasing the pace of her wanking as she lowered her mouth back onto.