Gift...to someone. It is just now becoming mid-day, sowill this be a problem?" No Madame, not at all," quickly replied Thomas with a sincere glint in...is dark brown eyes. "I can have it ready by then." Very good," said the woman, leaning over to kiss Thomas's grimy cheek. "I knew that I found the right...person for this delicate task." Thomasblushed as he felt her warm lips plant their mark.The woman quietly adjusted her gown, flashing another pleasant smile atThomas. "Well, I must be going. Come along,? she demanded, getting her purse, and opening the front door for me like I was some kind of date.I looked out the door timidly, afraid to take that step. A few houses over, on the other side of the road, I could see Mister Jamison mowing his lawn, and no doubt annoying everyone for both doing it so early in the morning and doing it so early in the season. There was a real chill, as I wobbled on my heels at the threshold. I remembered the first time I?d carried my wife over this. I laid down next to her and spread my legs, and told Michael "eat my pussy too! I'm so fucking horny!".Michael moved over and started licking inside my pussy, as I played with Chelsea's tits. He would then go back to licking Chelsea, and then licking me... going back and forth... I was ready to get fucked. I looked over at Samantha who was still laying on her back with her titty out... she would be so upset to know what we were doing in the same room as her... much less that her titty was. It was a constant nagging irritation, that there was something he had been meaning to do, but he could never quite think if it, like a word you are trying to recall that is just on the tip of your tongue, but you just can't grasp. He should have been used to feeling this way, since it had been happening for the past year, but instead of getting used to it, it was festering in his rotten soul like an infected splinter under his fingernail. It was nagging and itching in his mind, and he was.