If I weren't afraid of her killing me, I would have let myself cum right then."Suck it, Carol. Make me cum," I begged her. She complied, ceasing the b...ow job foreplay and wrapping her warm wetness around my shaft. Though I never had any doubt about her experience, I reveled in the skill she brought to fellatio. Her vacuum cleaner mouth, her hand jiggling my balls and her middle finger pressed against my anal opening all combined to bring my cum bubbling out of my balls and up through my cock. I didn't sense the last move though!I began to surface to feel my cock in a wet oven. I lay there savouring the feeling until I felt the pain of teeth drawn over the helmet."Ooh!" I gasped, opening my eyes.There was Morag with my cock in her mouth gazing intently at me."Oh, sorry, darling! Did I get it wrong?" Her green eyes filled with tears."No, my sweet. What you were doing was wonderful. It's just I'm not so good on the teeth bit."Oh, James, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you? All I wanted was to. She wanted Frank as much as he wanted her.Angie was organizing her drawers when she heard the TV go off downstairs. She held her breath and a then released a sigh of relief when Frank passed her door by and went to his room. But in the silence Angie realized that her room was right over her father's sutdy. And with her windows open, and his windows open, she could hear everything going on below."Oh Tony, geez, that feels great!" Nicole loudly moaned. She strained, but Angie couldn't hear much. I talked to her, telling her what had happened and venting my anger. She never once answered.I had calmed down somewhat when I arrived at work. One of the things that I loved about my job was that I hardly saw anyone. I worked as a placer in a local potbank, not like the job of earlier times when bottle kilns were the only kiln available. My job was more civilised and a damn sight easier too. The kiln I worked on was a Siti kiln, which was actually just a conveyor belt through a gas fired.