I take the cue and slide her pants down just far enough to expose her well trimmed bush. My tongue dances around her clit. With each of her moans I be...ome more and more aroused. My cock is straining in its cage, trying ever so hard to stand erect. Her intoxicatingly sweet aroma pushes me deeper in frustration as my tongue probes her hole. She rhythmically thrusts her hips in time with my tongue licking her lips. She interrupts, "you need to clean my ass too".Without hesitation, I reposition. ” Lonnie replies. “Now put it back in your mouth baby. Come on Nancy, make daddy happy.”“Lonnie?” Nancy asks meekly.“Yes princess?”“When Billy was here and mommy was making him happy they were doing it different. Can we do it that way?”“What way?” Lonnie asks, confused. Karen however, understands. With a prideful smile she strokes her daughters face and plants a kiss on her cheek.“Billy was face fucking me Lonnie. Nancy saw Billy face fucking me.”“Oh!” Lonnie exclaims, eyes wide with. I scamper out of the locker room and find the pool deserted except for Billy who is sitting in a lifeguard’s chair staring at the pool. His eyes are red from crying and he has a smoldering joint hanging loosely from his lips. Train wreck. She must have dumped him. Another crash of thunder coincides almost perfectly with the first few drops of rain splatting forcefully onto the pool deck. Before I can even think to duck back inside the rain is pouring from the sky in sheets. I’m soaked through. It was a silly windup mouse I got at the dollar store that scooted along the patio floor. I presented it to her the next Saturday morning and she loved it, pounced on it and waited for me to rewind it then pounced on it again. That was when I realized I had made a mistake. I got tired of being her servant and wound it up one last time then went into the house. The following Sunday I looked around the patio but never found the thing. The cat stayed in the chair, apparently she knew I would not.