She was divorced from her husband who was abusive to her. he was in jail when I met Carrie. she had a 15 year old son living with her and her 20 year ...ld daughter stopped in to check on her from time to time. the day of my visit to her i was horny. as luck would have she just went into the shower and her son was on his way out to visit a friend. he was going to play video games which meant he would not return for several hours. i knew her daughter was at work so it was perfect timing.tony. "Climb the telephone pole outside the bedroom window without a shirt on?! There's a chill out there already!" He didn't like it, but that was the answer he gave himself, "Why cry over a little spilt milk?" Then, he raised his eyes up as he realized what he had just said: "A little!" he laughed humorlessly. He went back to trying to clean his 'good' shirt. In walked a more humbled Lisa. "Are you finished with your hurt feelings?" he asked, but not as harshly as he thought he should have been. I remember dipping in for the first taste of another woman, of you, -of you!- and I remember all too well how you tasted. So sweet, so warm...so right. The taste of you will forever be on my tongue, as I recall how sensual and sweet it is to bury myself within you and lap at you, gently rolling my tongue in you, taking long, slow, sensual licks along your womanhood, sucking softly on your little bud of pleasure. I loved the way you thrust your hands in my hair, your long, low moans. “You’re going to love this slut, nasty thing like you deserves this.” Then he blindfolded me snickering. “It’s a surprise.” Soon I heard him come back and I heard whuffing with him. I thought he’d brought Duke back with him to fuck me outside. Soon I felt something cold shoved up against my cunt, and I automatically spread my legs, moaning. I heard Mr. Miller laugh lowly. “Yeah fuckpig spread your nasty cunt for him.” I felt the cold nose against me again, then heard movement as Mr. Miiller.