"Hey Susan, do you like the way my cum taste too?" She says with a smirk. "Oh God yes! That cock and puddle of cum is SO yummy. It reminds me of times...past."Tammy come here and lick Susan's pussy juice off my fingers, taste how sweet she is."She sets the plate and pitcher on the table comes over and seductively licks my fingers, partially for me, but mostly for Susan pleasure. "Oh Susan you do taste lovely, I think we need some more play time together."We sit down at the table, naked enjoying. When did going to the grocery store with my mom become something to look forward to just to get out? To move and do shit.I was horny all the time. There were no girls at all to hang around with. Porn was fine, but that wasn’t the same thing as being with a girl. I was sixteen, my hormones bursting through me. I just wanted to rut. To fuck. To get a simple handjob.God, that would be nice.I stumbled into the bathroom on what felt like day 501 of the quarantine but was really only day. Well you're an awesome person and I love you as a friend but you're also a very attractive, stunning girl and that means you can't sit on my lap, a boy's lap, without getting... I don't know, some unwanted attention?" At first there was silence. Amanda simply smiled at me. Then after a few seconds she giggled, leaned away from me and sighed. "Oh Aaron, who says it's unwanted attention?"I was confused. I thought she didn't understand what I meant so I repeated myself more clearly. "No Amanda, I. Think of the promotion. The money. Be nice. "Another cocktail, Miranda?" Oh yes darling, a touch more vermouth this time I think." Rose stood up. They had moved to the drawing room a while back, the kitchen and dining room along the hall were in total disarray. Rose let out a deep sigh, knowing it would be up to her to salvage it all after they left. She sat down on the high stools at the breakfast bar and poured a scotch. She was in no hurry to get back to them. She didn't even know why she.