She said she will moan loudly and that I want to make her happy. If she not moans means she is not happy with my work and I may not get any amount fro... her. I said ok.Now I start licking and inserted my tongue deeply in her pussy. By god…!!! What a dirty smell, I never taste that smell from any woman. I get my self uneasy, what to do if I make her happy I’ll get money other wise she even can’t suck my dick. This is my prestige issue. I close my nose and start licking her pussy and after 1 hour. She caught my eye straight away, as she was the prettiest little thing I think I’ve ever seen. Unbelievably cute and wearing a very sweet little flower print dress, white ankle socks, the type with the lovely frill round the top and shiny black shoes, with a little strap and silver buckle. Her perfect youthful complexion and big blue eyes just added to the beautiful little vision that she was.It was around lunchtime and my wife said she would make a bite to eat, which she did, making some. It sounded like Lucille was being asked about different things that had happened last night. I got the sense that she was happy with the way things had gone. She sounded shy, when certain questions arose, but she held nothing back.Adrian seemed to sound excited to hear of "Momma's" experiences. Yet, she would sound miffed once in awhile that she wasn't included.I think I had hurt her feelings by not keeping my promise. In my mind though, it had been the right thing to do. She was physically. "Are you still masturbating, Andy?" Am I what?" Masturbating? You know, playing with yourself, rubbing your penis like I saw you doing?"She just asked me that like she was asking about the weather."Um, uh, well, yeah, kind of, a little."I knew she was now going to tell my parents and that life, my life, was essentially over."Well, I've been thinking about what you and Stevie were doing and I think it's something I should tell your parents about." Oh, please don't do that. They would be pretty.