Could I ‘worship’ Brigit with a woman I barely knew? Why had Deirdre been sent? What did Brigit want from both of us? I knew enough about Brigit t... know what I didn’t know. My brain was whirling frantically, trying to get away from the thought of burying my head between Deirdre’s thighs. Her thighs seemed very attractive even though I’d never seen them. I was very aware as her legs moved slightly on my lap. Deirdre seemed to feel my distress and moved her legs more, raising her skirt to her. I told her if I let her keep doing that I would have cum. She said shedidn't mind and that it would have been ok to cum in her mouth. She had done it before.I asked if she would have swalllowed my load.She said, "yes, I would have.I told her to lay back and that I wanted to really eat her pussy good. With that I crawledbetween her legs and buried my face in her pussy. She grabbed my hair and pulled me intoher hairy wet pussy. I tongued her clit and tongue fucked her hole as deep as I could. She. I set my briefcase beside the door, purposely making a little noise.“Good evening, Mindy. Gentlemen. Having fun at our expense, I presume.” My voice dripped with sarcasm.The two guys made a lunge for their pants that had been hastily shed and lay in two piles on the floor with Mindy’s dress, shoes, and under garments. I heard a couple of ‘Oh, shits’ from the two men.Mindy hopped up from the sofa and came over to give Margo and me a welcome home kiss. “Hi. I thought you’d be home earlier. I. I worked my finger with my tongue, sucking at my son's cum! I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was so aroused. I could feel how wet I was without even moving my body. There wasn't much taste, after all it had been setting there for a bit, but I still tasted my son's cum. Okay, so now what? Do I do something about this? Do I talk to him? These thoughts kept running through my mind as I began to prepare dinner for my husband and daughter. Of course, other thoughts ran through my mind as well..