He was with two guys, and one of them smelled bad. John was the pizza delivery guy, there was a UPS driver, and the “Postman” who’d “Cum” to...deliver mail. When she woke up she was soaking wet. Her dreams were starting to get really weird. Fuck, she really needed to get a grip.When Hans woke up, she fucked him until he passed out, then she jumped in her car and headed for the Econo Lodge.On a lark, she called J.J. and told him to meet her there. When she pulled in she saw J.J.’s car, the pizza. I began to lick her pussy. Slowly I licked and teased each part of her clit, making sure I paid each part the proper attention. I drove my tongue deep into her snatch, and she was starting to moan. She took me by the back of my head, and pushed my face deep into her pussy. I felt hair hairs on my forehead. I kept licking and teasing, licking and teasing, I slide two fingers on my right hand in as I licked her. The penetration my fingers made had her feeling good. I wanted to slide my cock in. You know, a couple of buddies from the old neighborhood. They don’t believe I have my own billiard parlor class pool table.”“Okay, but conditionally,” Terry agreed then, “I mean it’s not like this is going to be a once a week thing, right?”“It could become that,” I replied reluctantly, “but I wouldn’t expect you to be the hostess every week if it does become a regular thing.”“I guess I’ll do it then,” she committed after a moments thought, “I don’t have anything scheduled for this Saturday. “Mmm, that’s kinda funny tasting, but not too bad.”“Gee, that was totally fun!” She said with a smile.In my amazement, it was all I could do to reply, “Uh-huh,” and suggest that we could do it again sometime. My mind was racing with visions of what else Caitlin might let me do.The next time our parents were working late, I suggested that we pick up where we had left off... but this time, I said I’d want more than a handjob for my turn... if I was going to go down on her, would she do the same.