’ I then felt a warm, wet touch against my clit and then a sharp tingle up my spine. It felt nice and relaxing. ‘Mmm, oh yes…’ she repeated, t...is time a little louder, and with more passion as she pulled herself closer between my legs and opened her mouth wider. She extended her tongue further as she licked one long, soft stroke up from under my clit and over. That was when I realised exactly what she was doing. I lifted my head in an attempt to sit up, opened my eyes and was shocked to see her. "She turned and saw Joyce, the girl who bunked under her. "You've been gone six weeks now sweetie, and probably will be gone for at least another six months before you can see his sorry ass. I keep telling you that no married man used to getting a steady supply of pussy is going to sit there and watch TV. You need to come with me tonight. I know where there are a couple of good parties and I promise you that I can get you laid. You need it sweetie - it's written all over you."Teresa knew Joyce. I’ll be downstairs in my office. I have to wade through interview questionnaires and figure out some way to represent the data. We can go over your plans and thoughts in the morning over breakfast.” I knew a dismissal when I heard one so I followed her up the stairs to the third floor. It was one gigantic room sectioned off by bookcases, tables and furniture into a bedroom, sitting room and kitchen. There was a full bath off the landing. It was impressive and I smiled at her and said, “Nice.”. I could only imagine what an intense exercise regime was required, to make such pleasure-eating possible. I was no stranger to exercise myself, but I feared that, if I were ever to experience the kind of long-term weight problem that Lucy once had, I'd need to become extremely careful about what foods I consumed. I wasn't at all certain I'd have enough energy, or enough hours in the day, to work it all off via the exercise route.It turned out that Lucy had underrated herself as a cook. Sure, it.