"Yes there is! Whichever one of us makes you cum first." The wild idea burst into her mind, and Jenny said it out loud before giving it a second thoug...t. Susan's brow was knitted in thought, and Bob's mouth hung open as she continued. "We'll take turns. We get a minute per turn, and the first to make him cum wins." Jenny reached over to the desk, grabbing a small minute timer. Bob used it with students during conflict resolution; it ensured each student got their time to talk, and no one. "Yeah, our suite is beautiful and this hallway is even elegant." Barbara looked around her. "I can vaguely remember your carrying me into that room. I don't even remember this hallway, though," she said."We came from that way," her husband said, pointing. "The kitchen is down the other way, then turn right." And he has how many wives?" Barbara asked as they began walking in the direction the General indicated."Hell, I think it's nine, but from what I can see, there are others waiting in the. Brought back to the present, I recalled what I was facing and felt the usual combination of nerves and arousal as I obediently leaned over it. "And your wives too. It certainly isn't just Charles that Gillian is interested in." I thought about it. Gillian, interested in me? She'd been friendly enough, but she was such a stunner, it didn't occur to me she might feel that way about me. And she'd actually come to Lucia about it. I briefly imagined Gillian's interview with Lucia but suppressed the. ” Then she did something that seemed both crazy yet terribly erotic. She spread her legs as wide as they would go and in a move that was incredibly agile she bent forward at the waist and slipped her legs behind her shoulders and planted her mouth over her glistening oily cunt and gave her slit a passionate french kiss. Then she actually started talking to her pussy. “You filthy little cunt, one of these days your hunger is going to get me in trouble. You nasty little clock glutton.” Then she.