It's Friday....weekend starts here. What do ya say...Keith?" "Er....Kevin....it's Kevin..." He answered, smiling. "Oh....my bad...sorry. " Well, why ...ot, eh Lesley. A few won't hurt. Will it." Ok...if you think so" Come on Lesley....I know you like a drink.... Haha, a white whine, loosens your inhibitions....we both know that. Haha"Lesley felt her cheeks tingle at the statement....true as it was.....cut her a little. He shouldn't have said that, but she let it go. Forty minutes later, and a. I'd normally use the time to talk to myself, practicing my voice forthe day ahead, but my hosts are still home, bustling about andgenerally making their presence felt. Mercifully, as I wait for theglossy varnish to dry, I finally hear the front door lock and silencedescends."Good morning," I say, launching into my daily ritual. "Good morning.Good morning." Each repetition is better than the last. Higher,rounder. More Ellen. I focus on my cheekbones, on my breathing, onopening my throat. I. .." when Marisa turned back and stepped squarely on one of my newest floor mates. The 'splorch' noise sounded very wet. She lifted her left foot a few inches and giggled a cute little "Oops!" as she moved her foot back to reveal a very flat mouse. "Poor little pinkie." Marisa cooed, a little disappointment was on her face.I stared at the flattened mess on the floor. Her left shoe dropped to the floor next to it.I was brought out of my stare as she tapped me on the head with the roll of paper. I did and I liked doing it. Mrs. Turner kept moving her pussy closer. The closer she came, the more I licked. Soon her pussy was over my face.“Lick my slit and try to stick your tongue in my vagina.”I did as I was told. Mrs. Turner's pussy was so wet. Her pussy was very warm also.“You like eating my pussy don't you? Suck on my clit and tickle it with the tip of your tongue.”I did and she started to moan. I sucked her clit hard, nipping it lightly with my teeth.“You're catching on fast,” she.