Mrs. Dicksley was completely out of it, though, so we were able to barge through and lay her out on a cot.That was when I first saw what was going on....Nurse Toussaint had a small television in her office, and I stared as the images of jetliners hitting the buildings played over and over. Then another plane hit the Pentagon. The world was coming apart around us. I was still there watching at 9:59 when the first tower collapsed. Around me in the room I heard people screaming and crying, and a. I folded back her outer labia, and begin to tongue the flesh of her inner labia.Gemma had rested her hand on my head, stroking my hair. I was now using both my hands and fingers to delicately move in and explore every part of her gaping hole. I used the surface of my tongue, and licked from her perineum, up along the whole length of her pussy, and finished on her clitoral hood. I began to slowly manipulate her clit with fingers and tongue. The blood gushing to my cockhead felt like it would. I couldn't keep track of who was licking who as they wrestled their bodies into various positions. Every now and then one of them would moan with an orgasm. I left them to it. I padded my bare ass to the kitchen for something to eat and drink.I was sitting at the kitchen table munching a ham and cheese sandwich when a very flushed Wendy entered the room. She poured herself a glass of water. "I forgot how much I missed all of this," she said smiling deeply.I smiled back at her. I had forgotten. As you read, realize that there may be options you can't see from now on.Also: This story is inspired, loosely, by the Houseguests story by lexist.You are James Sinclair, a 38-year-old business owner and day trader. You inherited the business (roofing, siding, flooring, and renovation) from your father when he died 2 years ago, and aside from the occasional meeting or phone call, the business manager runs things fairly well without any interference from you. Most of your income comes from stock.