“MMMMMM fuck yes,” was all she could bring herself to say.“That’s fucking ten.”“My God, that was so fucking good. I don’t think I’ll ...ver need to cum again, at least not until tomorrow.”Mary Ann laughed and said, “You’re a good girl and like I told you earlier, you’re invited to my all day sex party tomorrow. I stocked up on alcohol and am planning to make food so we won’t have to leave and can fuck all day and night.”Jessica said, “Am I allowed to come? Oh please Mary Ann, I’ll never go. She shows him what’s on the stove and offers him a glass of wine. ‘No thanks, water will do’ he replies. She keeps forgetting he doesn’t drink. That is so foreign to her. She has had a two bottle a night habit for a long time now. The smell of weed smoke fills the air and to her surprise Dirty partakes in the sport of smoking. This makes everything okay. She drinks alone most times so she isn’t too bummed out when her friends don’t drink. She just has to keep reminding herself to stop offering. My circuit took me past Margaret's desk, anally neat and tidy as always, yet today somehow different. I looked again and realised that the change was a gaudy Christmas card poking out of its envelope, carelessly tossed on the blotter. I couldn't help reading the name and address and for a moment thought there must have been some mistake, another Margaret with the same surname, because in a spidery hand was the legend 'Lady Margaret Hunter.'The biggest shock was to realise how little I knew. Putting on a brave face and saying it wasn't her fault didn't mean I had no problemwith touching her private parts.I took a deep breath and did it anyway.The washcloth glided over her clit down along her lips and a soft moan escaped her lips.She trembled a bit as I continued. Wow, she's pretty sensitive I thought to myself.No, stop don't think that about your own mother. I quickly moved on to her thighs and legs.After a long time I was done with her body and I quickly shampooed her long black.