And yes, I wondered if I could make love with Melissa. What would it be like? What would it feel like? I guess I had years and years of pent up fantas...es running through my head. Making up for all the things I’ve missed out on, I guess.However, I wasn’t up for “petting the kitty” or any of the other euphemisms. I was exhausted after a rehabilitation session and was curled up under a nice warm blanket. While my body recovered, my brain was still busy, so I was continuing to try to follow up on. I quickly obliged her. She was so smooth and sticky, wet. Every once and awhile she start to pant and then give a little scream, which I suspected were orgasms. Finally my tongue gave out and I had to quit. "I got to quit. Look at my tongue," I said showing her my red tongue. "Ok, you were a good boy and I want to reward you." Quickly we changed positions and she started to lick me off. Boy was she good. She would slowly circle my cock head with her tongue and then suck and pump it. Every once. I combed my short hair. Knock! Knock! I turned my head. I then walked down my spiral staircase. Knock! Knock! Coming! I said. I slowly turned the knob on my front door. My eyes got real big. There were two girls from the cleaning company, standing on my front porch. They were both wearing there pink uniforms. They were both blondes. One was older than the other. I could not see there bodies. Both had a huge clip board in front of them. The older lady had a pair of gold glasses on the edge of. .. leaving a clearly visible damp spot on the leather, “That was…” looking back and forth between Connor and Karen, “different… incredible…”We waited a few more minutes for Alyssa, before she said, “I’m still so horny!”“You want a card or pass?” Pauli asked her.“Give me another minute or two,” taking a long drink of her rum and ginger ale. She looked across the table at her husband, Nate, “You okay?” she asked him.He nodded, looking down at his still steel-rod-hard cock, “Think you can.