Matt and Max stood next to one another as I knelt in front of them. Their lovely cocks stuck out at me and I was asked to make them hard again. So, I ...appily got to work. Sucking one, stroking the other. Switching back and forth. I licked both heads at the same time as they pressed against each other. I stroked them in each hand and heard their groans as I did. My pussy was dripping between my legs screaming at me to let Matt touch it. Matt was very sensitive and said he was going to cum, so I. .. I'm six." Hi, Wendy."She giggled. "You're funny," she said.In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.Her musical giggle followed me."Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze. Then she pointed to the vacuum cleaner and said ok now get to work. I vacuumed the entire living room area with her sitting on the couch seemingly watching television but more laughing at me stumbling around in the stilleto heels, it had to be quite a site. When I had finished that she said I needed to get up on the step stool and then she handed me one of those little feather dusters to clean the blades on the ceiling fan. While I was up there she had bent over under the coffee table to pick. I took the new shoes out of the box. They were so sexy; open toed and back less with an ankle strap. I slipped then on and began to walk around my tiny room. The feel of the stockings was incredible and looking at my legs move and the g-string working into my arse crack was too much. I lay on the bed and took out my dick. As I began to stroke it I heard a knock on the door. "Please open the door! It's an emergency," shouted a woman.I was in shock. What can I do dressed like this? I kept hoping.