Anne, I want you to take off all of your clothes." Anne stared again. In a trance, she did as she was told, quickly stripping of all clothing. Her nip...les got hard almost automatically from the chill in the air. Marco's voice soon came back. "Mmm...Good, good. Now, Brittany, I want you to eat her pussy."Anne was too busy thinking about the question then to think about feeling a hot tongue on her pussy. She snapped back to reality, moaning as Brittany's tongue worked in and out of her. She. With me wherever I go. Ironically, I didn't appreciate her the way I do now when she was the gorgeous creature in the picture on my desk (I love her so much more now than when it was taken), but I have a fraction of the time to spend with her these days. She works a morning shift and I work afternoons/evenings...or afternoon, evening AND night on occasion. Tonight, I'm home early enough that we actually ate a meal and watched some tv together. She's sitting on the couch crocheting christmas. · »­ · « · »­ · «· · »­ · « · »­ · « · ‘If you don’t mind me asking,’ I said, sipping my glass of wine. ‘Just what the hell was Alessa giggling about earlier today?’ I set the glass on the cocktail table, and leaned back into the plush leather sofa. We were at her place. We’d gone to this bar and grille that she’d been fond of, and spent the evening talking over dinner about bullshit at work, to politics, to poetry. She was, unsurprisingly, intelligent, which I believed was only. I turned to the desk in the corner and pushed aside the few bits and peices on it before pushing Vicki down on to it leaving her amazing arse pointing at me, begging me to ravage it. I stepped close and my cock heavily lubricated by Vicki’s mouth and throat hovered above her brown, puckered hole. I held my cock in one hand and Vicki’s hips with the other and began pushing. Looking down her ass looked tiny next to my fully engorged cock and I really believed for a second that it wouldn’t go in,.