I went to work, lapping, sucking, flicking, and fucking her with my tongue. She was screaming out, over and over. “Fuck oh Fuck, John oh FUCK”. Sh... hadn’t had any attention in a long time and it was obvious. I ate her until she came, flooding the couch with her juices. I sat on the couch beside her. She was breathing very heavily. I pulled the front of her dress down. Now the dress was just around her midsection, her large tits flopping out, her pussy exposed below. I leaned over, sucking on. Nothing was different. He was the same old car parked in a different garage. Running on fumes. Then there were Thursdays and Penelope. Rickety stairs. Rickety house. Rickety love. Never once on a Tuesday. Or a Sunday. Thursday was their routine. It was dependable. Easy. They never went out, as Penelope always complained about her body and not feeling right in the kind of clothes a woman had to wear to go someplace with a man. Bill never minded sitting on the couch holding hands, eating. “Daisy has been as usual a charming resident,” Theo gushed. “And made some new friends, who adore her. I, of course, would have her all by myself if I could, but she was desired by so many here, I couldn’t avail myself of her unbelievable skills and expertise. Many people cannot understand how clever animals can be ... beyond what they deem the usual things, you know.”Have her all by myself ... I bet you would you horrid man, thought Claire. Must check her out when we get home to see if she’s. Your hips were moving around because it was driving you crazy. You then pushed your hips up to push your pussy into my mouth and begged me to make you cum. I sucked and bit on your clit until you were moaning out with ecstasy. You couldn’t handle it and asked me to fuck you. I told you that I wanted to taste every bit of you. I moved my mouth down across your dripping hole to tease the skin just below your pussy with my tongue. You loved it. You put your hand on the back of my head, as you did,.