In a week’s time, she would be dancing, replacing the fat soprano who would be singing Salome at the Met. She jumped at the chance to perform at the...Metropolitan Opera, known as the Met for short. It was a privilege long denied her, even though she had seen other dancers perform there. She knew the part. Salome, the pagan princess, who lusted after John the Baptist and danced before King Herod, asking for the head of the Prophet as her reward. What drama! Little did people know that she knew. “So wet I would hazard a guess and say you were touching yourself not long before I got home.”Was the man psychic? “Moi?” Savannah tried to sound shocked.“So wet I could probably get five fingers inside you with ease.” She wondered if that example was purely for illustration, or if perhaps it was a promise.“M- maybe,” Savannah groaned the words as he added a second finger to her swollen pussy. Mason removed his fingers from her and Savannah moaned with frustration. She had been waiting all day. "I started sucking on a clearly well used clit. I slid my tongue down over her open hole. She moaned " oh fuck yeah babe lick the cob webs off and get in there."I slid my tongue up inside her surprisingly juicy pussy. " Oh fuck yeah sonny get up there deep yeah that's it make aunty cum."I dug in deep with my tongue and then she yelled out "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH FUCK."Then I felt a warm wet feeling cover my mouth and chin. She was squirting all over my face. She held my head tight so I didn't move as. Well I had better get to bed, dont you girls stay up all night. I replied as I shut the door making the room dark again. I made my way to my room stopping to give Amber a quick kiss on her forehead and tell her good night leaving her standing in the kitchen. Back in my room I quickly minimized the pages I had left open thinking what if she would have came in here instead of the kitchen, man that would be hard to explain. With the screens closed I went into the bathroom to clean the dried cum.