Trudy told you that you’re welcome here any time, I’m sure. And of course, you’re welcome to stay with Karin. She specifically asked us if that ...as OK.”“Thanks, Mr. Spencer. I appreciate it.”Mrs. Spencer had set out some fruit, cookies, and drinks, and we all sat at the kitchen table. Dinner was planned for 6:00pm, but it was going to be light — chicken caesar salads — given nobody knew how much Karin would want to eat or how tired she was going to be. Given the time difference, it was early. Slowly I kissed my way down the side of her neck onto her shoulders, then down to lick her tits. I took one in each hand, massaging them with my fingers to make her nipples stand up proud, but didn't touch them right away. She was clutching the bed with both her hands and started moaning, I circled both her nipples one after another with my tongue occasionally nibbling on them with first with my lips, then my teeth. Her eyes were closed; she was biting her lips trying to control her emotions. She moaned repeatedly and her juices began to flow. His entire mouth was covered with her sweet wetness. She rocked back and forth doing most of the work for him. She used her hips to place his lips and tongue back and forth in the spots she needed attention.She paused with his tongue on her pussy and began to push herself down onto his wiggling tongue. He knew what this meant. She needed a tongue fucking and she wanted it now from his willing and long tongue. She was grinding her wet pussy. He didn't budge the large boar in the slightest, so he grunted and shifted farther away himself. "And seriously, your smell is atrocious! We've got to change whatever we feed you in the future."David realized the futility in lecturing a sick pig unable to control its involuntary responses, but he couldn't help it. While he expected this to be difficult, it turned out to be even worse than he anticipated. Keeping someone clean and hydrated while they're soiling themselves is hard enough, doing.