..theheavenly scent of pussy juice. Shocked I realized that he had just comefrom fucking Mistress Michelle. Hence the sheen of sweat on his body, andw...en I looked closer I could see his cock was slick with sex juices, infact his balls were caked with a mixture of his and Mistresses juices!Subconsciously I licked my lips and watched Zelda do the same, howeverthere was a strange look on her face.....frustration. For the first timeI wondered what Mistress Michelle meant to her, I wondered if. Saliva and pre-cum provided lubrication for her pumping hand, moving slowly up and down. My cock was so hard the skin was stretched tight around it, so the moisture kept the feeling of abrasion down as she worked her hand tightly on me.Each pass of her tongue across the sensitive head created a series of twitchings in the sympathetic musculature of my lower abdomen, from stomach to thigh. She must have been fascinated by the reaction she caused, for she repeatedly returned to that spot to. Unfortunately, of course, I didn’t dare keep the ‘offended’ knickers and had to throw them in a dustbin the next day. I was sorry, in a way, but I just thought that if I’d put them in the laundry basket my mum could have asked a few very awkward questions! I never got to know who the boys were who’d soiled my knicks. I had my suspicions but that was as far as it went. I often caught myself looking at some of the boys and thinking ‘Were you one of them?’’So that was the origin of Wendy’s. There we were on the sofa about to watch the cricket. She sat right between Ramesh and me, and grazed my leg every so often as wecheered to the T.V. Ramesh fucked up and had to take an office call, so he walked into the next room. She got up seconds after him and went towards the kitchen. I felt a little thirsty anyway, so I followed her into the kitchen to grab a “glass of water.” Damn her sexy ass looked so good in those tight white jeans. I needed for those pink lips to grip around my dick.