Ling knelt down and began washing Debbie’s legs, moving the cloth upward to her thighs and between her legs, allowing the warmth of the water to car...ss her skin and clitoris. Debbie felt her desire mounting with Ling’s touch, wishing she would move her mouth back to her pussy, now in need of more tongue-lashing. Ling, sensing Debbie’s need, complied, moving her lips and tongue up Debbie’s thighs and to the folds in her pussy, moving her tongue upwards between her pussy lips and over her. I was shaken up by the appearance of Jason but also turned on. I had a hard time concentrating fixing some dinner for myself.As I sat trying to watch some game show, I thought. I hope Terry doesn't call tonight. I'm sure he'll pick up on that something is bothering me. Can't have that especially since I really did not want to tell him about Jason showing up at our house.I gave up on TV and went upstairs to take a nice long soak in our big tub. Trouble was that when I turned on the whirl pool. "Sure," I said. This was my chance, and I wasn't gonna pass it up for anything. I followed from behind, staring at his ass. He turned around and I smiled, "Your carpet is so hawt." He smiled, "Thanks. I like to shop for the best." He even sounded gay, "Are you gay ?" "Yes," he said, proudly. "So you wouldn't mind if I fucked you up," I asked, joking, but I really wanted to know. He took off his belt, pulled down his pants. He hadn't been wearing nothing underneath. "Let's get it on," he said.. Hence, my pasted on affability. Ellen zeroed in on the group almost as soon as we got to the bar, stalking her prey with shocking alacrity. Honestly, I thought it would take her longer or that she might fail, or at least show some hesitancy. I definitely imagined her selecting a smaller group. Six seemed like too many men, even for someone in Ellen’s shape. But she fearlessly and deftly worked them into a frenzy while surreptitiously checking in with me for signs I was backing out. I hated.