Her face had turned light red along with her chest above her breasts. “Lean forward a little baby…. rub my clit.”, she demanded. I had no idea w...at she was talking about, but I did as I was told leaning forward against the top of her pussy. Apparently, I had hit the right spot. “Oh god yes…. Right there.”, she panted. I leaned over and began to softly kiss her neck and my dick stroked her wet tight pussy. She wrapped her arms around my neck like a woman who was drowning in a vast ocean. “Oh my. Pushing her head back to your pussy I tell her to make you cum like the good little pussy licker she isIts so hot seeing her eat you hot wet pussy. That’s it use her as you fuck toy, tell her what to do to make you cum I say as I reach around you and start to play with your titsI pull you nipples and ask is she a good pussy licker. Dose it feel good to have her eating my cum out of you and knowing she has to do what you say. My cock starts to get hard again so I put it in the crack of you. She didn’t go far, just to the kitchen table, a mere 5 steps away from me. As I turned, I see her bent at the waist pretending to look at the newspaper. Vicky is about 5-6 years older that Karen but still turns heads. She had on an off-white sheer baby doll night gown and a matching G-string. As I gaze, admiring that ass she was shuffling her weight from one side to the other and back, needless to say, for my benefit. It was all part of her tease. Vicky was unaware that Karen had giving me her. Being happy as a cute lass wasn't too bad during the day when I was busy but as I lay in bed each night...that's when the anguish hit me.I suffered a lot of guilt. When the guilt became overwhelming I slipped back into my boyish daydreams to bolster my fading boyhood. I was back at the plate of my imagined ball game with the crowd booing my failure. I kept thinking of my three mistakes. STRIKE 1... STRIKE 2... STRIKE 3...and my boyhood was OUT! I'd been the best... the mighty James Miller....