"I may or may not have." Yes or no." The power and authority in his voice startled me and I stared at him. The sound of voices walking into the kitche... and the clinking of bottles made us turn our heads, seeing three unrecognizable guys talking about girls they're "going to hit". Yeah guys totally don't gossip.I turned my head back to him when they left the kitchen and mumbled, "Yes." I couldn't hear you." Yes!"He chuckled and handed the phone back to me, our hands brushing and the electric. It was just then I felt a tongue licking my soaked pussy. Softly at first I could feel it spreading my lips apart, felt good. But who would be licking my used pussy, I had the cum of one man inside me, and the cum of another all over my pussy. Strange as it sounds the Idea that someone was licking my pussy clean after it had been used twice by two different men turned me on even more. Even if it hadn’t it still felt awesome, not only where they licking the outside clean they where sucking Mikes. .. well... I'd fantasized about it, but I never got that far.People didn't want to read my books. When I worked on getting published, those old-fashioned folks behind their big oak desks all said the same thing: you're too dry. You're too scientific. Worse yet... "can't you be a little more sexy?" That's the one that aggravated me the most. I wanted to keep my integrity. Being an author is a cruel business; it's not something that lets you squeak by on "good enough." If you can't move copies of. ”“I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.” As she headed to her closet she paused and turned around. “Are you still okay with this?” she asked. She had no idea what she would do or say if he said no.“Uh ... sure,” he responded, a little less than totally convincing.Vicky figured that was as good as she was going to get. “Great,” she said and hurried to her dressing room. When she came out she was wearing a tight white top and crotch--less panties. “So what do you think of.