But I couldn’t. I couldn’t get my hand down there because Carla beat me to it. She had slipped her hand between my thighs and had her hand along t...e underside of Peter’s cock, pressing it up hard against the lips of my vagina, working it against them, teasing me to death by letting him slide it in and out between the palm of her hand and my cunt lips, but not letting him put it inside me. Our breasts were crushed together, our faces only an inch apart. Peter’s muscular torso was pressed in hard. Using my tongue, I swirl the tip around the crown of his dick, parting the slit and savoring his precum. He's shaking beneath me, anticipation clouding his mind and controlling his body. I suck hard on the tip before leaning down and licking his inner thigh. Xavier writhes, his eyes closed, mouth hanging open. I reach the spot behind his balls, and I lick. His hips thrust forward, a gasp escaping his lips. I then lick up the back of his balls, gently sucking on each one before running the tip. ” She said as she put the spatula on the counter and then took her time reaching up and adjusting her top (what there was to it!!) and then she looked back up and smiled at me again. “Better?” I stammered and apologized and she just laughed as she walked over to me. “I don’t know why you are so embarrassed Brian. How long were you watching me yesterday? I can’t believe it was the first time that you were spying on me from up there.” She said as she curled a finger under my chin and lifted. Miller was out too, with his own flashlight and his big old German Shepard dog named Duke. He shined his light right in my eyes as I ran into him. Well well, what do we have here? I was so scared I just froze, even though I knew he saw me. Whats wrong girl, cat got your tongue? He laughed at me and dropped the light so I could see him standing there with Duke. Mr. Miller was big and really old. He was over six feet tall, and there was gray in his hair. He just smiled at me. Coming to find the.