. Mmmmmm ooohh eeeeEEE AAAAAAAAHHHHH gggg uuuuuuuuhhhh nnnnnnn ggggggurgle!"). Then I suck his cock like a fiend (Slobber! Spit!) until he sprays his ...ream all over my face (Plop! Plop! Plop!) and I lick off the remains ("Mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm. . ."). Then we French-kiss and lick each other's sweaty assholes until we're ready to fuck again. I love to cum for him. I like to squirt out my juice in his face as he vibrates my swollen clit with his tongue and fingers my pussy. I squirm and I scream and. I had just gotten out of the shower and heard the doorbell ring. I found this strange because people who know me just come to the back door and knock. I had on a robe and answered the door and there stood a young guy who was looking for work to mow grass, trim shrubs or whatever needed to be done. I told him that I had quite a bit of work that needed to be done but that it was probably more than one guy could handle. He told me that he had a friend who could help if need be.I told him to. The situation was so out-of-control that is was growing to epic proportions. And, as much as it galled me, Keven was right. I’d opened the door for this. On cue, Keven came in the door behind Holly with three mugs of coffee in his hands. ‘There you are,’ he said, once more in control of his composure. Holly and I took our cups from him and I fixed him with ‘the look.’ ‘We’re not done with this, troublemaker.’ He bowed his head in apology and took a seat. ‘I went too far and I accept full. I was more than happy to fly under his radar for the duration. Sadly with Chukka’s death and us two being roomies I was put squarely in the frame on this and there was no way out. Mr. (call me Rick) Thomson was mid forties, gray hair and a stare that would unnerve the Lincoln Monument. It was with a heavy heart I knocked, heard him call for me to come in, looked around once more hoping to find some pretext not to enter, found none sighed and entered. The conversation we had was the most bizarre.