I started caressing her inner thighs and started moving towards her cunt. I pushed aside her flimsy thong and felt her cunt. She was fucking wet. My G...d, she was super horny.She started moving her hips to get herself off with my fingers. She was desperate for cum. Let’s have some fun I thought. I had forgotten that I was still sucking her neck. Oh well, I guess she will have a few hickeys the next day. “Strip,” I said as I walked away from her.She started taking out her dress. The slut wasn’t. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * This didn’t start with the Super Bowl. Charlotte and I have been in each other’s faces since we were hired together six years ago. It’s just that this football season seems to have brought things to a head. We are both. He suddenly stops me and tells me to get up on my hands and knees. “Suck my cock bitch” he says. I place his cock in my mouth and taste the familiar taste of yesterday. I began to work my head up and down as I did yesterday in which this time, he doesn’t force my head down with his hands. I then feel him sit up and grab one of the cheeks of my butt and pull it towards his upper body pivoting me with his cock still in my mouth. Once in this position, I feel his hand touching my little penis and. He replied, “Sorry, she does that. I’m sure she has the brain of a much older woman in her head.”Zarka grinned, “I know how that feels.” She tucked that bit of information away and wondered if she was supposed to have a future event. The girl hadn’t said which son so she’d just had to wait until it happened. She liked the idea of having sons.She looked at her DJ and KJ with speculation. She had already decided they were her boys. She did not intend to give either of them up. They too had bonded.