She came back onto the bed, straddled my head, and fisted a hand in my hair. Then settling down against my face, she began a rhythm of riding back and...forth across my face, coating me with her juices. I was getting hotter by the minute and she seemed in no hurry to change. When she finally did, she pressed down over my lips. From previous sex dates with her, I took the cue and drove my tongue up inside her. Having my cock in a pussy feels wonderful but having my tongue in one adds another. You’re far too dangerous to allow in here.’ Eventually, Susie joined Peter on the lounge. Taking his hands gently in hers, she quietly asked, ‘Can you talk yet?’ He shook his head, doing nothing to encourage her curiosity. ‘What is there to talk about?’ He looked at her. The glare in her eyes made him drop his bravado and he added, ‘I don’t know.’ ‘All right then – I’ll make this easier for you. First – explain your back.’ Unwilling to reveal his story, Peter stared at her, wondering how little. Had a whole heap of fun then left a whole heap of mess that ended up costing thousands to rectify. The carpet had to be professionally steam cleaned and quite a bit of the furniture needed much more than just a few handymen to fix. And there were even a few holes in some of the walls that needed repairing and they certainly weren’t like that before the wedding. When the anti-nudity crowd heard about it, even though I reckon they caused it, they sent off a stinging report to the church’s head. Of the twelve or so, three of these men stood out from the rest.The first, I call the accountant. He was tall and thin. He looked me over for what seemed like minutes; seemly, inspecting every feature, looking for imperfections and comparing me to the other women. He reminded me of a bookkeeper from a Charles Dickens novel, sitting at his tall desk and scrutinizing the figures, except in this case the figure was mine.As he looked me over, I sensed admiration mixed with apprehension, a fear of.