Her pussy covered my mouth and I then started to lick her pussy fairly. She jerked and tried to get up.Judy: Idiot, we haven’t started yet!Me: Not m... problem, you should be ready for surprises.She came closer to my mouth again and kept her pussy on my mouth for a few seconds. I then tried to lick but she got up laughing.After doing this for 12 times, her pussy was fully wet cause of my licking and because of her wet juice, she was struggling to take her pussy from my mouth. Her breath also had. Give me a few days. I'll see what Heather can do with it for me."Sally stood and returned to preparing the meal. "It's very kind of you, Paul. I'll have to figure out where to put it."Mike spoke up, still looking at the image."In the hallway, perhaps?"Sally nodded. Then she looked at me, and grinned. "Above the urn?" Good idea," said Mike. He hadn't even looked up."Yeah," I agreed. "Just there. Ideal." I was smiling back at Sally."Done."Mike and I spent the next twenty minutes going through his. I shifted, squeezing my thighs together. I wanted to be out there, getting fucked by all those young studs. But $50 a boy wasn’t enough payment to fuck my body. Those boys had to pay far, far more to get into my married pussy.A naked Clint sat down next to me, his two sex slaves kneeling before him. Vicky, my fellow teacher, gave me a friendly smile before she and her daughter, Lee, leaned in to lick at Clint’s cock. Their black hair brushed each other as their tongues played over the tip of. Now in the morning light, those words roll like thunder, as she gazed into his sleepy eyes. She reached over, to hold his body close to hers once more. He moved, and pulled her into his arms. With a sleepy voice, whispered, “Morning Amanda. Oh baby, I love waking up next to you.” As the tender melodious words echoed through her head, she looked at Marcus, with tears streaming down her face and spoke these words. “Don’t say anything or worry about my tears, let me talk for now. Oh Marcus, my.