She watched me intently, panting hard and rocking her pussy into my face as I split her love lips with my Tonge. I was aiming for her cervix as I sank...my tongue into her, I was rewarded by a flood of cum coating my tongue and mouth. Her panting was getting more rapid and louder. Her eyes were burning into mine, they were like saucers I licked up forcing my tongue out of her and on up to her clit. As my tongue found her clit, I realised for the first time how swollen it was. I gently sucked it. I had goose bumps but no erection, thank goodness.The girls left me alone for the rest of the evening. I imagined them plotting to get Maggie out of the house so they could pounce, taking turns bouncing up and down on my cock. No such luck. The silver clock would have caused some interruption anyway. At the end of the evening, Hermana prepared to leave.Felice accompanied her to the front door and called to me: "Daddy, why don't you give Hermana a ride? She shouldn't walk home alone."Hermana. I just felt as though he was mine. All mine.It sounds psychotic, I guess, like some crazy obsessive girlfriend syndrome. But it wasn’t exactly like that. I mean, he had friends. He had people he’d see and I was fine with them. I liked them. I think that beneath the surface, I was a little afraid that the people I knew might find him, well, wanting. After all, there were his tattoos. And the cigarettes. And he’d technically been unemployed since having an enormous argument with his boss at the. She’d never been bothered with things like this when Roger lived with her. Perhaps it might have made a difference if she had. Gerry liked the texture and look of erotic lingerie, though Heather wasn’t sure if she were a man she might not prefer total nudity. It wasn’t as if men ever dressed in such things. Well, not normally. Although since Roger left she’d learnt that what was apparently normal and what men actually got up to were not necessarily the same things. Heather spun around on the.