To Catherine, it sounded like a curse.Franny rang the next day to tell her she had a dreadful headache and didn’t think she would be by for their us...al Friday night fun.Catherine wrapped a finger around the phone’s cord. “It’ll be good for me to rest, too.”“You’ll miss your lover.”“He wouldn’t be there, anyway. I told you that he performs on Saturdays and Sundays.”“Well, that’s perfect. We’ll go out dancing tomorrow night.” Franny let out a faint laugh. “I’m determined for you to have a winter. I always have and there is no doubt in my mind that I always will. I love the size of it, the taste of it, the texture. The way it fits inside of my mouth and my pussy is pure perfection. You have always had an obsession with watching me suck on your cock. You chuckle to yourself and always remind me how much to love to watch me love your cock. It makes me blush every time. I can't help it though, you make my pussy drip and drive my senses into overload whenever we are in the same room. It's. Literally. He flopped onto my back with his dick still enclosed in my ass, his warm teen boy juices running out back along his cock and down towards my balls. I pulled myself off of him and turned to sit and admire his softening manhood, when a thought occured to me. I bent over and stuck all of him into my mouth and down my throat, feeling him getting erect again as I went. I gagged and took it out of my mouth, smiling with his own cum spread around my mouth up at him. Knowing from the last. He opened the fridge and poured a glass of juice. He returned to the living room sipping from a glass. Leslie lay there motionless. Only her moved following him to where ever he rested in the room. “Open your pussy hole, bitch.” With that Leslie adjusted the muscles in her pelvis and opened and closed her vaginal opening. She did this over and over.“ Pull your hole open with your fingers.” Leslie reached down and inserted two fingers from each hand into her twat as she was instructed to. She.