In the background, I guess Pat was impressed. I heard her say, "I don't think she's ever eating me with such ferocity. Angelique, you're getting the e...tra special treatment."I don't know how long I was imbedded in Angelique's cunt, but forever wouldn't have been long enough. Pat finally grabbed my hair and pulled me out saying, "Kathy, let her catch her breath."I looked up from my knees with my face covered with spit and cum and saw Angelique reclining exhausted on the sofa. She had the most. His boner was as bloated as it was going to get. But just as she thought he was going to make the full frontal battering ram approach, he maneuvered her over to her hands and knees. When she turned her head she could see his white tee-shirt was pulled up high on his abdomen, his yellow shorts (commando – no jockeys today!) down around his legs, below his knees. That was all he had on besides the white gym socks; he had planned easy access to his equipment, in case an impromptu screw was. Im getting hard now just recalling the memories. I left her for a moment, went and wedged a chair by the door. She had slipped her knickers off by the time I returned. She stood in front of me and I released my cock, pulled up her little skirt and pulled her tight towards me. My hard cock pressing against her cute little ass. I pushed her forward so she was bending over my desk. She looked amazing. I rubbed my cock over her pussy and ass for a few minutes, but she wanted me inside her. I slid. A simple game of “Eenie, Meanie” meant Gracie’s pussy was first to feel my tongue. Natalie watched, surreptitiously touching herself in her voyeuristic excitement. I took my time with Gracie, remembering her love of mild pleasure pain that, as before, brought her to a writhing vocal climax. Then it was my neighbour’s turn to be laved and lashed by my tongue from rosebud to pink pleasure pearl. Laying in adoration between Natalie’s spread thighs, my mouth pressed against her pussy, I felt the.