After a few minutes curiosity took the better of me and I decided to check out what she was doing, she was not in the room and the bathroom door was s...ightly ajar. I could hear her taking the bath; I came out of her room and sat in the living room. In the evening she asked what to cook and I told her whatever she feels like, she just smiled and left and prepared the dinner. All this while she had not made a start and I was scared to make one. This went on for a couple of days, one fine morning. She was positively dripping with excitement by the time I touched her lips with my tongue. Jenny let out a loud gasp as I flicked my tongue over her pussy and onto her clit. I stayed on her clit a little longer and she was breathing heavily and pushing her pussy into my face. She wrapped her hands around the back of my head and started to pump her pussy into my face. “Lick the little fucker,”she cried, pulling my head into her. She wanted my tongue on her clit and I did exactly as she wanted,. ”“Glad you like the idea baby. She can pleasure you first, then you can blow me while I kiss and lick the nipples on her big tits. You love an audience and you like showing off your talents while another woman watches.”Usually after four or five orgasms I am ready to squirt but I want to tease my man - and myself - by making him wait twenty minutes.However, watching him stroke his big thick cock and visualising the women - and men - I have watched sucking it and blowing him, usually after they. ”“Hey, it’s still me.”“Got that. No argument. You are definitely still Melissa. But you’re learning new stuff about what being Melissa is, or could be, at least. That much is obvious. So give it up. Tell Uncle Malcolm every last little decadent detail.”“Ha, you’re just a pervert.”“Sure, and your point is…”“I don’t know. Hell, it’s really good to see you. And it’s seriously weird too. Like two parts of my life crashing together.”“So what is this other part of your life that you’ve been hiding.