“Fondness for what?” I asked as I looked up from her pussy.“Eating cum.”“I don't know,” I said as I raised up to look her in the face. “...t took a little getting used to the taste, but the idea of cleaning you up really excited me, and still does.”“I know, but it just befuddles me,” she quipped.“Befuddles?” I joked. “Think I'll befuddle your pussy.”“You just finished licking your befuddle out of my pussy,” she said. A soft smile came to her face that filled me with warmth.“I love you,” I told. Parker would react when she saw him. He took a deep breath. Sooner or later, he had to face her, so he might as well get it over with, no matter what happened. He didn’t bother to knock. He opened the door and entered the kitchen. Mrs. Parker was at the kitchen counter, her back to him. She had on a white pullover shirt and jeans that showed just what a nice bottom she had. Bobby wondered why he’d never noticed how sexy she was before. ‘Good morning,’ Bobby said. ‘Good morning,’ Helen replied. It was perfect. His legs looked powerful, even from a distance and through two windows. And his hands were moving around, taunting her by pulling up on both cheeks, then moving in front of his body again.What is he doing? Is he holding his cock? Why is he just standing there?Beth couldn't answer her own questions, so her imagination took over. She envisioned his fingers gripping a rock hard cock, gently stroking it in front of the mirror. She could see the tip getting bigger and pinker as blood. "There was a tone of frustration in Paul's voice. "Mark, what did you do? What are we doing on Saturday afternoon, and how does it relate to the girl at the prom?" Yes," he paused, "that girl at the prom. Her name is Sandy, Sandy Mason. I received a personal invitation from the Principal of her school asking me to attend the graduation ceremony this Saturday afternoon. I guess I must have made an impression on him at the prom or something. He included two tickets and a request that I respond,.