My own warm piss hitting my clit threw me into another wet orgasm. This time pussy juices splashed out instead of piss. Megan buried her face into my ...ussy. Her tongue lapping at my juices like a dog lapping up water from a dish.I started to tremble and shake on the bed. My orgasm only grew stronger as her hands went to my thighs. She placed her hands under my thighs pushing my legs up to my breasts.My pussy convulsing and farting as she did. Megan had full access to both my holes with me in. Her prominent nipples were clearly showing underneath her top. The rest of the top hung straight down from her nipples to the waist of her shorts. When she got closer I got a better look at the shorts. They were red leather with pockets, belt loops and zipper, just like regular jeans. When she arrived with a tray full of beers the the shorts were so tight that you could see the shape of her pussy lips through the leather. She was phenomenally hot.Rick and Josh made no attempt to hide their. "Hey guys, can you please not make a mess?" She pleaded with them. They laughed. "Tell you what, Mrs. Benson. Why don't you come over here and feed me one of those cookies? Make sure I don't drop any crumbs." He patted his lap to encourage her. Tara was beyond caring that she was more than half naked. She simply did as was asked of her, stepping around the coffee table and sitting in his lap. One of his hands cupped her ass cheek as she laid it in his grip and the other tugged her apron so he. "Yes?" There's a Lt Henshaw from LVMPD at the front gate. Shall I have himescorted in?'"By all means." Maybe Matt had something to get me out of my gloomymood.He did - sort of.When Matt came into my office, he looked like he hadn't taken a breaksince I had seen him early that morning. He badly needed a shave, andhis sport coat looked as if someone had driven over it a few times -with him in it. As for his tie... well, he might as well not have wornone. It was loose around his neck and looked.