I am going to fuck you later and stroke your wet pussy walls with my hard cock. Would you like that?, he said. yes, I moaned. My fingers stroked faste... and faster. My ass squirming as I got closer and closer to cumming. I felt his mouth on my ass cheeks, pressing his wet lips against them. His fingers continued to twisted inside me, my pussy dripping juices down his fingers. I could feel my orgasm coming. I blurted out, I'm cumming, with a gasp. My fingers worked my stiff clit as i felt the. I realized while she could click them together, she needed help to get them apart.That's when things started working in my brain for me. What was this doing in Delia's room? As much as I didn't want to face it, I knew what that answer had to be!She calmed down and took the gag off. Without a word, she stepped over to the sink and rinsed and dried it. Then after a small pause, she turned and faced me. "Thank you, I really needed that."She got her stuff and went to walk out. She was going to. His shift was over and he was headed back home. A fairly large house that he had bought with his first years savings and turned into a pretty damn good bachelor pad/man cave throughout the years. A garage with tools and such for repairing his car or anything around the house, a living room with a big TV and comfy couch, a kitchen with a fully stocked fridge and cupboards, and his favorite part, a basement with a huge home theater complete with projection screen, theater seating and a snack. Fuck, my own cock was soon hard as steel as I slowly wanked him. I dropped to my knees, pulled his cock out and licked up his shaft until the tip of my tongue was against his frenulum. He was moaning quite loudly and looking up, I could see his face was contorted with pleasure and he said, "fuck, take my cock into your mouth and suck me off as I'm ready to explode" ! Never one to turn down an open invitation, I continued to massage his frenulum with the tip of my tongue tasting his sweet free.