He was asleep when she arrived and was awoken with a kiss. He’d automatically reached for a tit and she giggled and yawned and asked where was her d...ink. Jack poured her a martini and then hauled out a pork roast to rest and finished off the roasted vegetables and boiled peas and steamed the spinach. ‘God Jack, this is wonderful,’ Susan said admiringly, walking over to inspect dinner as it was being served. She was asked to take the red wine to the table. As they were eating he said which. Softer. As if this was his face if he had managed to make itthrough college, get a job he hated less, didn't have to only work andsleep and work and sleep. A... happier Erin."Huh," he says, once again touching his face. He should be weirded out.This house had a weird funhouse mirror room. Had to be, right? Nothingelse would explain it. And whoever lit the candles wanted him to comethrough and do... something. Just, look, right? No harm in lookingaround. Despite the age and dust, this place. But that thought fled from my mind as soon as his long wet tongue went sliding up my ass and into my pussy. He figured out where my juice was coming from and quickened and focused his licking, dipping his tongue right into my slit with a rapid smacking sound. I cried out audibly and gripped the sofa, my back arching as he worked. His beautiful brown eyes found my blue ones for a moment as I moaned, but he went right back to work, lapping up all my juices as fast as my body could make them. I. If you keep reading, don't blame me for getting your panties alltwisted.Still here? Awesome! If you have any feedback you'd like to share withme, I'm all ears! I've got an email address just for these stories, andyou can reach me at [email protected] with any feedback, comments,or criticisms. If you just want to tell me you hated the story, saveyourself the energy and don't bother. But if you have some seriouscritiques on what I can do better, I would love to hear them. Afterall, I.