See you when you get back.”“Aye-aye, Sergeant Jack!”“That’s ‘Master Sergeant Jack’ to you, kid!”Meg stuck out a surprisingly long, pin... tongue, then flounced off down the hall.The pizza arrived. I paid and tipped the kid, then got out plates and napkins and put them on the breakfast table in the kitchen.“Soup’s on, Sis!”“Coming!”Meghan came into the kitchen barefoot, and still in her swimsuit, a very skimpy bikini. The triangular top – some shiny, stretchy material – was secured around her neck. He gave an awkward nod as I kept his face locked in my pussy."And you heard me didn't you? You heard me when I was laying on this bed, on our bed, screaming another man's name didn't you?"Mike gave the same awkward nod. I could see so many thoughts going through his head and he desperately wanted to say something but I wasn't allowing it."So does it feel good eating my pussy knowing she is wet for our black neighbour?"He stopped licking and looked me dead in the eye."Don't you dare give me that. I love the feel of his cock getting harder in my hands. I pull him up so he's standing in front of me and take the tip of his cock in my mouth. I lick his head and shaft and then thrust his entire cock into my warm, wet mouth. I savor his salty taste as I bob my head up and down his cock while stroking the thick shaft. His knees buckle slightly as I suck and lick him. I lean down and take one of his balls in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it while stroking his shaft hard and fast. He. " You checked it?"Dave shrugged. "I would've had to gate check it in Rochester and I didn't want to lug it through O'Hare..."Jennifer just shook her head in amusement and turned to Jen."How about if you go get the car and meet us in that spot?"Jen nodded and waved as she said, "Later." That spot?" Dave asked Jennifer as they walked toward baggage claim, arm in arm."You'll see."Dave didn't ask more, and they talked of his flight and her day. But as they waited for the luggage conveyor belt to.