So as far as he could tell, things were once again back to normal.With a yawn, he started waddling his way out toward his kitchen to see ifshe had lef... him her usual note. He was glad to see the note right whereit should be. He read it half-heartedly... most of it. Most of it was theusual - three baby bottles before he got cleaned up... yadda, yaddta,yadda... And then there was one last line added: "From now on you willwear three diapers to work instead of two!"Three! He immediately began. She did what she was told being the good girl that she is and flashed a smile at the stranger at the door while she watched him. I was so focused on fucking my girl that I didn't realize that the stranger took her smile as a sign to move closer. The stranger had moved within arms reach of my girl and shortly after she reached for his cock and started to stroke him. No doubt it felt good to have my girls hand work his cock cause he moved closer still. The movement caught the corner of my and I. 'Cum-Burping Whores, Vol. 3, No. 11' read the title. The cover photo showed a girl with too much make-up on apparently trying to swallow the largest penis I had ever seen. "Where the hell did you get that from?" I wanted to know. "Sandy found it in her hubby's bedside drawer," she explained. "She lent it too me, 'cause I like reading the letters. Some of the pictures are pretty cool, too. Like this one." She held up a picture of a woman with both a huge smile and about a half a pint of jism on. A gasp escaped, uncontrolled, from her throat and Susan pushed down, searching, finding, caressing Dalia's hooded pearl.Dalia's back arched, her head thrown back, eyes closed tight as if to trap the sounds and the thoughts and the images and the scents deep inside her head. Her legs parted more, urging Susan's golden body between them and Susans' tongue caressed the soft velvet of Dalia's lips. Sucking each between hers and then moving to the next. Her tongue pressed against them, gently.