She spread her legs even more, and I saw that she moved one hand down to her crotch under the quilt. I pretended I didn’t see it, and pushed my hand...under my dressing gown and grabbed my cock and started slowly jerking. I saw her body shake a couple of times, so it was obvious she was doing something between her legs. Yes everything is just fine under my quilt she said. This was the first time I saw her touch herself, and I got really excited by the sight. I think it is wet there, I said. If. I tried not to say anything since he was paying for it all, but I was starting to get skeptical.The following Saturday Ken was a whirlwind of activity. By lunch the deck was framed and by dinnertime it had railings and steps. By dinnertime on Sunday we had a deck. I was impressed."Becky sweetie," Ken said, "Don't go out on the deck this week bare-footed, okay? It still needs to be finished." It looks finished," Becky countered."Not that kind of finished," said Ken brightly, "I need to put. I stumbled back to bed and crawled under the covers. My mind whirled in confusion, but my pussy was not confused. It still burned. I moved my hand down to feel how wet I was. I almost believed he did cum in me. My hand started to circle my clit and I relived the scene in my head while I came again. I would cum again three more times before morning.We now go forward in time until yesterday. I am twenty-five and have graduated from college. I still work for John's firm and had come in on a Friday. She then lay on her back with her legs wide open with me lapping at her still on my knees. I licked and teased her clit until she began to moan with pleasure. I could feel the tension rising in her and her legs begin to tighten up as her orgasm came closer, she grabbed my head again and pulled me hard against her mound as she exploded in orgasm. I felt every pulse of her orgasm against my face and I was in no rush to move away. Once she had recovered she sat up pulled my head away and looked at.