Sheepishly I made my way up the stairs and into the bedroom. "Clean her upboy," instructed Mark in his now normal assertive manner.My number one fanta...y was about to become true, without delay I took myplace on the bed and began to lap away at Mary's spunk filled cunt, it wasfantastic. As the following morning was a Saturday, everyone had a lay in. Helen wasfirst down, telling me I only had myself to blame, and that she thought itwas great that mum had finally been shagged by a real man.Mary. I’m so sensitive now.’ She smiled girlishly, as if she was too naive to describe why she would feel that way. The dampness and residual warmth that I held in my hand said otherwise. We drifted through a kind of meditative haze, the story of Dean and Laetitia and Michelle mingling with our own. Eventually, we found ourselves chatting with each other in sweet, small bouquets of loving words – remembering how we had first met in the dining car of the ‘Zephyr’ and savouring shared thoughts of our. She paused for a moment. The most important question was still waiting to be asked. Though she feared his answer, she had to know. KillerBitch: You said you knew things about me. What? CareBear: We can talk more about that next week. For now just get on with what I asked you to do. Before she had a chance to type again, he had closed the connection. * It was odd thought Ben, but suddenly KillerBitch seemed much more vulnerable. Her aggression had gone and her story suggested a passionate, sexy. "That's why," I said as I squirmed under his mouth. "Because I was like you are now, swallowing her piss, darling."As the flow subsided, I felt his tongue entering my hole searching for my panties. A grunt of satisfaction told me he'd found them and I felt him hooking his tongue around them and drawing them out.They were still in his mouth as he moved upwards slightly and entered me."Ooh fuck yes," I gasped and kissed him through the sodden garment. "I love the taste of pussy, especially my.