I especially love to suck, and I do it pretty well.Behind my back I could feel James’ dick twitch, and I knew that he was with his eyes closed, thin...ing about my mouth in his dick while I sucked on his fingers. Yeah, I’m just that good. And just to think about him thinking about me sucking him, I moaned. God, how big of a slut am I?But too soon for my tastes he was pulling his fingers out of my mouth. I bit back a whimper of loss; my mouth suddenly too empty. He snaked his left arm around my. Mrs. Phelps was murmuring, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," in my ear, while Charlotte just sobbed into my chest. Paul, whose exasperated objections went unheard, finally gave up and shrugged."Just let him breathe, okay ladies?" he pleaded.Mrs. Phelps broke away with one last "Thank you," and a kiss on my cheek, then stepped away to have a hushed conversation with my mother.I could smell Charlotte's shampoo in her hair, along with a hint of baby powder. For just a few short moments, even. She clamored to her knees in the dirt and stuck her face into the old man's crotch. It smelled of stale piss and dirty butt and the delicious ammonia scent of fresh dissolving cum. Lisa breathed deep and almost lost it… she loved the smell and taste of fresh spurted cum so much but the old man's load was so enormous she didn't know where to start! She sniffed and licked at it, she pursed her lips and sucked up a little and rolled it around in her mouth before swallowing it down."Gosh Mister,. I doubted she would have told anyone else. Probably I'm not the only guy who does that after a massage, I reasoned.Anyway, back to the present. After removing my clothes and stacking them neatly on the chair, I climbed on the table, face down, and arranged the small towel so it was covering my ass. After waiting a few minutes, I heard a tap-tap on the door."Come in," I called, expecting to see Doris. Instead, it was a different woman. Now, if this were a fantasy, instead of reality, she would.