“Yeah but it was awful again.” I began to drunkenly spout all the ways the team had under performed before I looked back at her standing in the mi...dle of the room with a look that screamed confusion. I looked at her eyes finishing off with “they’re just playing so bad for some reason.““Well maybe there something I can do to cheer you up stud.“ She said sexily into the air. Even drunk, I knew that when she called me stud, I was in for something wild and looked up at her with piqued interest. She. I love cleaning up after you. I love that you leave your soiled panties on the floor for me. A gift. A treasure. I lie on the floor and bury my nose in your silky panties, inhaling deeply. I run my tongue on the cotton crotch searching for every trace, every taste, of your days, your nights, your lovers. I love painting your toenails. I lie on my tummy on the floor concentrating fully on dipping the little brush in the red enamel. Making sure that no stray strand blemishes the perfect skin of. As my hand zeros in to top of your pussy my lips trap your nipple between them and my tongue swirls quickly over it as I make the first contact with your lips. You inhale sharply at the combined sensations driving your nipple into my mouth and my hand drops to trace a finger around your perfectly shaped lips. I can feel the heat emanating from your hot pussy. My fingers deftly find their way between your lips to get that first soft contact with your now hard clit. I dance my fingers over it. ...ever!" I said pressing my face against the glass. "It is beautiful isn't it." Kara said. "Sometimes I forget just how much." "Hey Linda, I think I see my House from here!" "Linda....I told you that you can call me Kara Bobby." "Sorry Babe, it's just you've been Linda to me for months. Kara's gonna take a bit of getting used to." As we continued the tour I couldn't help but notice the lack of Justice Leaguers." "Hey Kara....where is everyone?" "Everyone?" "Yeah, Captain Marvel, Dr. Fate,.