The moans she made were delicious. Such a treat for me to enjoy. I sucked and nibbled on her clit.She trembled and whimpered. Her face twisted with de...ight. She came closer and closer to that moment of climaxing. Her head tossed back and forth. She squirmed in place and humped against my face.“Oh, Mrs. Marlow!” she whimpered. “So good.”“So tasty,” I purred, licking up her spicy, virgin juices.“Oh, gosh, that's embarrassing,” she groaned. “Really?”“Uh-huh,” I panted and licked again.Natalie. Not caring that the other boys in the front seat were watching, as I worked it up and down slowly until he begged me to suck it and I did. Once again feeling 3 or 4 drops of boy cum hitting my tongue, as he moaned real loud and grabbed my head. Holding me down on it and making me [ Eat it ] while his friends were sitting up in the front seat and watching.As soon as he finished, another one from the front seat took his place and it all happened again. It wasn't until the driver was getting me to. "Yes, Alfred, let's do it. But before we start, let me thank you for all you have done for me. You have given me more than any other person I ever knew and you helped me to get to know myself better along the way, too. Thank you."I cannot know how this experiment, your processing, will turn out, and it doesn't really matter any longer. I am prepared for success as well as total failure. So, should anything go wrong at all, you are not to blame yourself. Just find a gentle way to let my wife. I love looking at you." Then I asked, "Where do you keep your nightgown?" She looked startled by my question, then pointed at her bureau, whispering, "Bottom drawer."I went over and pulled one out. It was, unsurprisingly, simple, white, and old-fashioned looking. I laid it out on her bed, then returned to her and took her by the hand, allowing her to step out of her dress before leading her back to the bed and helping her to sit. She looked up at me, now completely bewildered, but I made no.