He suckles in front of me, teasing me. I am restricted to silence. If I intrude, I will be punished, forced to service him harshly alongside her. I am...washed with lust and jealousy. As we give ourselves to him, I quietly yearn for time with her in the amethyst tub.Licking her swollen flower, relieving her soreness, I taste him inside. I clean him from her, taking in his familiar seed, her intoxicating essence. Her breasts are full, her dew is sweet. She is fed the finest yeilds from trellised. At 46 her breasts were full and still firm, and if her hips were quite wide they were in proportion with her narrow waist. Unlike most younger women, Wendy kept a fairly full cunt bush of dark hair, at this moment of a slick, vaguely oily appearance.Briefly, Wendy ran her hands over her flat stomach, then outwards and downwards, stroking her smooth but strong thighs. Mentally, she thanked herself for the regular gym workouts she undertook, which kept her in top physical shape.But, 'God, ' she. You sure you'renot freaked." Absolutely," he said, sticking out his hand. "Friends?" Friends." We shook. "So, what's up with Arianna? It better not justbe the finger licking thing." That's a symptom, not the disease." So, what's the disease?" She's too into labels. Like 'get me my Chanel sunglasses.' Or 'haveyou seen my Burberry scarf.' It's a scarf. Everything doesn't need alabel. It's obnoxious, you know?"I laughed. "That caps it. You are obviously so not gay."He laughed. "I'm serious. Like I. Jenn felt the issue was over. On the other hand, she knew he had been reckless with their savings. If something wasn't resolved soon, they were in danger of losing the property she had inherited.In the morning, Jenn got up first. She could hear the cook and porter joking with each other in Spanish. She could smell the coffee. She could hear the fresh firewood popping and snapping. The morning chill would soon change to insane heat."Time to get up, hon," she said as she gently nudged her.