” She’d poured away the booze I had in my cupboards, slapped my face when I called her a fucking bitch for doing so. She stopped me going out to b...y more by standing in the doorway and taking all the abuse I hurled at her.It was all about love of course. My lover, the one I had hoped would be my life’s companion had left me. It hadn’t been a good leaving, in fact it couldn’t have been much worse.The scene was the living room of the small house we shared, the living room where a few moments. "Want to trade? I've got Baltic and Indiana. I'll swap you straight across. That'll give you one block, and if you and Brie can swap a couple of properties, we can beat this asshole! You two game?"Both girls thought about it for a whole three seconds before joyously agreeing to my sister's idea. I could see my chances of winning fading fast, but the view of three almost naked girls made the whole ordeal worthwhile in my eyes.Fifteen minutes later, we were at that point where if one of us landed. She spread her legs wide, and lifted her hips up, offering herself to my tongue..Losing myself totally, I began running my tongue over her wet cunt. Sucking on her clit, licking her full lips, sticking my tongue in her hole to taste the juices running out of her.I focused on her clit, now poking out from under the hood a bit, lapping away at it with with my wet tongueThe beautiful older woman that I once called my mother, her legs spread wide, breathing heavily, watched as I ate her pussy. . I think it was her way for compensating for her guilt associated with the ease that she dropped her drawers for casual carnal exploration. Sometimes you just have to go with your gut feelings with females and the way they think because trying to figure them out is a losing proposition and that's a fact.It was another of those days when Princess came home practically bow-legged from the pounding she was getting on a daily basis by that horny married prick Mister Adams. It was so bad that I was.