" It's Jodie. Can you bring a Giant Papa to my house at 612 Fuhrman Ave? It's for my husband. I will pay you when you get here." "Sure, give me twenty...five minutes."I threw the specialty menu item together, not forgetting the signature sausage. When I arrived with the pizza, Jodie opened the door to the little yellow house and motioned for me to enter."Come on in," she smiled. "My cockslut is starving and will be glad you got here already. Don't worry, the k**s are at grandma's," she continued. It was fall and with winter just around the corner, survival on the city streets became the country girls main concern.Her first winter was a rough one, and she nearly froze to death, but she quickly learned her lessons from the other street-smart urchins. One of the most important rules for street survival was to use whatever talent you got to survive. When Sara couldn't find hard work or handouts, she turned to her artistic talents to get by on. She became a street artist, making quick. Can I just think about it for a while and we can talk more about it later?” He seemed disappointed that I hadn’t immediately jumped at the opportunity he was offering me, but said, “Sure, just let me know when you are ready to talk more about it, and while you are thinking, you could go ahead and finish what you’ve got started here!” Being such a good wife, I immediately did as requested and finished what I had started. It didn’t take long before he came, and I got my mouth over him just in. I removed my tongue from her pussy and rolled her on her back. I grabbed and pushed her thighs up towards her tits and sank my mouth over her exposed clit. I started slowly sucking then swirling my tongue over her clit. I flicked my tongue on her clit so it would hit the bottom of my front teeth. I could feel her start to shiver and knew her orgasm was not far way. “Fuck…Steve….shit. Oh baby, I am going to cum…!” she screamed. With that I felt her pussy tighten up, then a release of her sweet.