" I hung up. "Sweetie". Like in little nieces and such, right?I closed ... started to close the laptop, but I went back to that directory that said "N...na". And I looked at the pictures. I closed my eyes. Okay. Shut the stupid computer down, Dan.I went to sleep after the nightly round of cat-petting.I didn't sleep too late. I was up, breakfast out of the way, a cup of coffee, and catching up on current events, that kind of Sunday morning routine. And the clock crawled. Finally, about a quarter. Feeling her lips through the cool nylon material wasreally turning me on. I wanted her to be soaking wet and her begging meto lick and suck it. We stopped kissing and Susan took off her panties and let me smell andlick the crotch,knowing I'm the one who would lose control and beg her tolet me go down on her. She sat back against the head board,knees slightlybent and spread her legs to show me what I most desired. Her pussy lipswere swollen and glistened with wetness. But instead of going right. “Aaaaah! Aaaaargh! Oooooh yes! Aaaaah! Aaaargh! I’m cuuuuummming!” she wailed. Phil grunted. The muscles on his body, on his legs and arse quivered. He groaned. Together they climaxed. My prick ached at the spectacle.He relaxed on her body. Lisa laid spreadeagled beneath him. Eventually they returned to reality. Phil eased his dripping prick out of her pussy. He lay on the bed beside her. It was some time before Lisa looked across at me. “I need you now, badly,” she said. I moved to the bed and. He fucked her on the mattress and over the back of a chair, against the wall, on the table and inside the narrow shower-stall. He fucked her in her mouth, in her pussy and in her asshole. She would gladly have torn open new holes for him had he asked her.After she passed out and woke again, he was gone. She washed under the meager drip he called a shower. Then she collected her clothes, dressed and went looking for him. The house was a maze of unpainted corridors, narrow staircases and.