“Please what?” He wasn’t going to let her off easy. “Please, I need you. I am so wet and my pussy is aching for your tongue. Please, please, I...need it!” He chuckled softly, “My pleasure, baby.” Then, oh! His tongue pressed firmly between her wet pussy lips, delving deep to find her hard little clit. He flicked his tongue against it and Alexis about came right there. His tongue seemed capable of magic as it deftly flicked and circled her clit; his lips were heaven as he sucked it between them.. Her smell would be on him, then, and when he went home and beat off as he did each day he saw her, he would sniff the residual odor. He once hit the ceiling of the bathroom with his jism when his whole hand had gotten wet with her.His dad was after him to give the paper route up, wanting him to concentrate on football and his grades. But Billy knew he would end up at State University with a scholarship, in spite of his dad's dreams of Notre Dame. His grades were mediocre, he was long on size. She was usually back home by eight on those evenings out, and we would then spend the week-end together as a family, involved in activities that we all liked - and of course eating out with our two daughters on Saturday evening.But for the last couple of months she had been getting home later than usual on evenings out with the girls. She was now getting home closer to ten and I could tell that she was having a few drinks.Of course, I didn't say anything since she was still the loving wife she. ’ After that, we went over to the cheer squad director and got put on the list for the tryouts. I was toward the end of the tryouts, and Shelly was third up. Sandra was in the middle, so one of us would be with Dar the whole time so he wouldn’t get lonely. While we waited for Shelly, Sandra and I sat on the grass by Dar and watched the first 2. I didn’t know either of them. Then it was Shelly’s turn. Boy she was good. I guess those dance classes she took paid off. After her tryout, she came.