The moment we were alone I said, “Liz, I’ll lick your pussy the next time you come to my room.”“Where did you hear that word?” she demanded....��What word?” I asked.“Pussy!”“Isn’t that what they call it? You know…where you pee,” I stated.“Who told you that it is called a pussy?”“I overheard George and Jerry talking.” George is our 21 year old cousin who sometimes comes by to work for dad and Jerry is the young hired hand that dad had recently put on. I added the question, “Am I right to call it. She replied, "Good. Me neither."What did that mean? I just heard her finish peeing...And then I heard it. That sloppy, wet, muted sound coming from the next stall. It couldn't be..."Oooooh..." she cooed.I got wetter. And less nervous. Did she know I could hear her? And could she hear me? I didn't care anymore. I started up again, slowly, by tapping my clit with my index finger while my middle and ring finger were still deep inside. I could her her wetness rhythmically pulsing next to. I am very disappointed that you will be moving out of my shift, I hope you know that.”All the time she is speaking my mind is focused on the damn vendor pen that she is toying in her hand. I was relieved to still have a job, but this could still end badly.“Ah sure, I guess going to second shift will work.” I stammered.“Great, you can punch out now and take the 6-hours off before second shift starts so you will be fresh.”I was relieved to get out of here, my cock was aching for attention and I. “Jesus,” Jason exclaimed, “she’s so fucking hot. I can’t wait to show this film down the pub.”The thought of this homemade video being watched by lots of virile young men, jealous of their friends, thrilled me intensely and my pussy throbbed with longing. Still kneeling in front of them, I faced Paul and announced my desires.“Paul, sweetie, I need fucking! And I need it right now… so get over here behind me and shove your fucking cock inside me,” I ordered.“Yes… Mrs. Smi… Andrea,” Paul murmured.