I was telling her how pretty she was while she was moving her hand up and down my cock. I kissed her passionately and suddenly her lips moved from my ...ongue, slowly down my body until it reached my cock. It's like she'd watched a lot of porn before. I was so suprised and astonished there was my dream girl's head sitting on the tip of my penis. It felt really good, her lips wrapped around my cock, in a quite tight, yet not hard way. Her tongue slid around her mouth teasing my head. I almost blew. " Amy nodded. "In many ways she was a mentor for us. She had wisdom." Jeanne said, "But she had a slave?" Mel said, "Yes she did. His name was Edward. He was smart and well educated. He actually had a PhD in English Literature." I asked, "Did he work?" Shaking her head, Amy said, "No, he was Tamara's full time slave. He kept house for her and waited on her like a servant." Jeanne said, "Just like Paul. Was he happy?" Mel smiled. "He was one of the happiest men I've ever known." "He really was.". .. but Babe, Steve and I aren’t finished,” I said to her in a teasing tone.“I know… I know, I promise I’ll take care of both of you, I just need a minute…” she begged, still unable to lift her head from our neighbor’s hairy chest. I pulled my hard cock from her ass and climbed off of her and stood at the edge of the bed. Heather slid off of Steven’s chest, rolling onto her back and panting heavily, her legs splayed salaciously on the bed. She settled onto a pillow and sleepily opened her eyes,. Her boobs were very slight – maybe a B cup – enough to grab in both hands. She lacked any curves from pregnancy or regular sex. She looked so innocent. I got hard again.I got down on my knees to look at her pussy. She tried to cover up with her hand but I moved that out of my way to continue my perusal. She was pink and wet. I remembered my thirst from earlier and started licking the droplets of sweat that formed between her legs. I licked until the only moisture left was that left from my.