But it wasn’t just a dream. I could taste cum in my mouth. Cum was dried on my face, on my tits, in my hair. The previous night came rushing back to...me. Then I touched my pussy lips with my fingers. They were very swollen and I was still wet down there…The doorbell rang. It rang again. I walked downstairs, finding that Victor was not at home. As I moved, I noticed my pussy was very, very sore…Paula was at the door, smiling at me…“Paula, about last night, I…” I said, but she put her finger in my. I didn’t really like the taste, but it was tolerable. Doug couldn’t stand the thought of kissing me after I’d blown him, so I would get up, head to the bathroom, rinse out my mouth and brush my teeth before getting back in bed, That particular night, we had been drinking. I don’t drink often, so after a couple of glasses, I was completely drunk. Doug had also had a couple, but he was a much heavier drinker than I was, so it hadn’t really affected him much. In bed that night, I had greedily. ." Hang on," she interrupted. "I'm going to put the laptop in the kitchen. I'm going to put you on mute too, kay?" Yeah, sure."The screen flickered wildly as she walked down the hallway with her laptop. Pictures, wall, floor, then kitchen floor tile all danced across my screen. Finally I saw her shirt as she set her computer on the kitchen counter. I expected her to adjust the camera up so I could see her face, but she adjusted the camera lower, lower, then a just little bit higher. The camera. Greg thought to himself, “Of course, it’s Christine.”Jenna knocked another signal on the wall, and a nice big curved cock slid through the opening and wiggled into near balls-deep place for the suckling. Before Greg could start, Jenna stripped him of the rest of his clothes, humming something about needing complete access."Take him, baby", she taunted when he was finally naked, "This boy is all yours." Then she added "Make me proud!" which made her giggle lasciviously.Jenna tore at her own.