Suddenly the doorbell rings, and Mistress tells me to answer it. "ShallI tell him you're not finished dressing yet?" I ask her. "Oh no," shetells me,..."I am finished."Mistress is beautifully made up, but she is only wearing a bra andpanties and slippers. How can she go out like that? Then it dawns onme - they're not going out. It's an evening at home, with her dressedonly in her lingerie. What does that mean for me?I open the door and let him in. He introduces himself as Brad. Isuppose. Have any of the boys at school ever talked about cunt licking, darling?" Henry nodded. "A lot of boys really like licking wet pussy, Henry. Some boys even like it better than fucking, or getting their cocks sucked. A wet cunt has a natural aroma that most men find very arousing. I'd like to see if you like licking Mommy's cunt too, baby. Then I'll let you fuck me." The expression on Henry's face told Margaret that he was going to be well-suited to a long career as a pussy. Ted was in ecstasy, feeling both of them in his arms, and their thighs against his face since it was on the same level as their pussies. He pulled Claudia’s hips to his face and began running his tongue down the edge of her panties. When he got to her pussy he munched lightly on her mound thru the panties making her squirm. His left hand was busy exploring under Judy’s panties and playing with her pussy. He yanked both sets of panties off the girls and began lapping Claudia’s. "As you've already pointed out, you've become too familiar around here. All we need is someone making a logical conclusion and calling one of the network reporters about their suspicions." Hey, we offered to cook you dinner and you refused last night," Becky argued. "There's no reason we couldn't fix you a decent southern breakfast. When was the last time you had a nice plate of cheese grits, sausage and biscuits?" That sounds good, but if we leave off the biscuits, we could probably get out of.