Oh I miss you, too. So much,’ she said softly. ‘Thank you for calling me today, it’s just what I needed to hear.’ ‘Oh, really?’ I said. �...Oh yes, Sir. Your deep sexy voice… it’s such a turn on. It makes me tingle just hearing you talk,’ she said. ‘Is there anyone close by right now?’ I asked. I swear I could hear her smile. ‘No, My boss is in his office on the phone and Becky, the other girl I work here with, took an early lunch,’ she said in a small, quiet voice. ‘Good. Now I want you to do. . Frissell . . . Capucci . . .’God! I was losing her.Caution to the winds, I hurled myself upon that glorious pelt, rummaging with my tongue until I found entry to the moist fecundity I cherished. Staying my eagerness (and prolonged hunger), I gently licked her clit, kissed around it, teasing, touching, sucking.Her hips moved.Sweet Mother of Christ: HER HIPS MOVED. The last time was in the gynecologist’s chair two years ago when the speculum was chilly.As I opened my fly, Squoot’s foot dove. I asked her if she need any medicine to ease her pain. She shyly responded saying that she tried expressing her milk out but needed her son to suck them. She then slowly asked if I would be willing to suckle her. I was surprised but nodded my head.She then sat on the bed very nervously and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. I lay down and positioned myself on her lap. I noticed the wet spot on her blouse getting larger and she quickly lifted her blouse and popped the leaking nipple into my. She asked me if I was hungry, since she had a pussy filled with fresh cum for me to offer.So she tossed the covers off and quickly I had my face buried between her thighs, enjoying the taste of Jerome’s black cum. Anita wiggled her hips to be sure her pussy lips were pressed tightly on my hungry mouth lips. My tongue worked up into her relaxed cunt, until soon my face was covered in the mixture of her sweet pussy juice and his salty semen.I found her swollen clit and sucked on it between my.