She grabbed me by the hips and began to lick me wetly. I fell down onto her, dropping my face onto her shiny puss, still wet with my juices. She taste... wonderful. I couldn't get enough of her body. We ate each other for what seemed like an hour. Her pussy pulsed in my mouth every time she came, the contractions of her orgasm sucking at my tongue. It was just on, the craziest, most pent up lesbian fucking I could imagine. It must have been lurking there beneath the surface all along. We fell. “What have you done wrong since we got here?” Mike asked as he hit Charity’s ass with less force than he used on his wife.“One, sir, thank you! I interrupted my betters several times, I used the bathroom like I was entitled to it and even then took more than my allotted time. I assumed the food I should put in our bowls and expected to eat when I should be serving the table, those are the things I know about Sir! Was there more?” she asked submissively.“That will do for now! Do you think twenty. I guess when she realized something was going on she looked down she smiled when she saw what I was doing. She told ella to look and when she did she said I see you are just like my husband. He does that all the time. Then they just went on talking. From that day on I did this when ever I had the chance. I found out where mom kept her old stockings, To this day I don’t know why a woman wold keep old torn or laddered stockings, I got really into it now and would take a stocking and rub it on my. Instead, she smiled and nodded, and followed Benji up the lawn to the inviting shade of the porch. It was nearly ten degrees cooler under the overhang. Benji sat in one of a pair of rockers at the end closest to the garage. The shade was deeper here, the large magnolia creating a partial screen from the street. It was by no means private, but an illusion of separation was evident. A ceiling fan spun lazily overhead. Marissa sat in the other rocker, then cracked the water bottle open and took a.