”“California,” Clarissa replied. “I’ll wager anything they decide to go to grad school in California and Sophia goes with them. It’s the o...e place that is semi-sane about the treatment of gays and lesbians.”The doorbell rang then, and Doctor Blahnik was up, so she went to answer it. She walked into the great room a minute later, and by the surprised look on Clarissa’s face, I knew something strange was happening.“Mike, you have a visitor,” Doctor Blahnik said as I turned towards her.“Angie?!” I. "Yes, Melanie," I replied. "Let me show you a trick for dusting," she said, walking over to me and taking the duster out of my hand. "Watch me." She bent over to demonstrate her technique on the now-clean table, but I wasn't paying attention to that. As she bent over, she gave me a nice view of her ass. She wasn't wearing any panties, and I could see her pussy. I felt my dick stir to life.She straightened up and turned to face me. "Did you get that?" she asked. "I think so," I responded, my. To his surprise he found himself sitting on her couch, not to either one’s surprise they found themselves arguing again about whose fault it was that they were there. ‘Fine!’ he said getting up. ‘I don’t care if they move me or not! It will be better than spending another second with you.’ She got up to yell some more and he stood up to defend himself. Her face grew red with the shouting. She advanced towards him and he put up his hand to push her back and maintain his personal space. His hand. We had been at it for the better part of an hour. I had managed to climax once rather early on and had lost track of her spasms and cries of lust and joy. She was like a bitch in heat and enjoying peak after pleasurable crest, arching like a bridge on my throbbing spear or writhing from side to side as I buried my shaft and stones in and out of her wriggly lips.I rolled away from her, found my clothes and my boots and scuttled from the room before she changed her mind. She was a fine woman,.