Jennifer’s white breasts seemed to want to leap up into the air and straight into Adam’s mouth. His tongue was already very hungry for the feel of...those puffy areolae in his mouth. Adam looked down at her blonde pubic hair and the incredible folds of her pussy lips launching out of her clitoris demanding to be touched and sucked and fondled. His gaze continued on down to the bottom of her beautifully tanned legs then he stepped forward and pulled her tightly into his own body.Jennifer could. “Hmmm” said Jen. “I see someone is turned on enough to have a hard on.” She reached over and put her hand on it. “Maybe you want to do that?” she asked, referring to the screen.“Really?” Matt asked. “Cum on your face? That’s something we have never done before.”Jen stood up and took off all her clothes, ensuring Matt would not get soft. She just turned 22 and was no longer playing soccer, but Matt thought she was even more beautiful than in high school. She had put on about 10 pounds since then. There was the sound of cans in paper bags on the counters, Wendy, carrying Pyewacket, walked into the room."Where have you two been?" I asked Wendy.Shopping, Pyewacket said. It was wonderful."Like, stores and shops and places?" I was still asking Wendy."It was so much fun," Wendy said. "Fabric stores are great places to teach a girl color."She bent down and head butted Pyewacket ... girl bonding. Pyewacket jumped down from Wendy and jumped up onto the couch.Cats don't jump up ... jump is what. The Mistress in an act of kindness placed the clothover my head. In moments my flow started and filled the urinal held bythe maid.The cloth was removed and Mistress said, "Slave you now have permissionto speak." The maid had just returned from the bathroom I surmised.Mistress said, "If you join me your signal to request to speak will beblinking your eyes twice, holding up two fingers, two grunts, anysignal as a set of two. You will not always be allowed to speak justbecause you request to do.