If you want to have a good wank while I’m busy seeing to your wife, go for it.”Cuck doesn’t move.“Suit yourself,” I say, pulling my finger o...t as I lean over.The smell of Pet’s cunt fills my nostrils. It reeks of lust and desire and wantonness – and, I imagine, of a recent fucking and spunking. I open her wide and slide my tongue into her. She tastes of lust and desire and wantonness – and, I imagine, of her recent fucking and spunking. She moans out loud. I push my tongue as far in as I can,. But, what really intrigued me the most was her lack of negative response.See, Abby is seventeen and being two years older than me gave her a certain authority over me that she never failed to exercise until now. Usually, she would yell or scream whenever she was upset, and call me names if I were the cause and generally boss me around. Although I didn't put up much with it since I surpassed her in height, she still did it from time to time. It was odd for her to take abuse from me without. Soft piano music could be heard and the lighting was low. Marcia was surprised I knew of Chopin's works.A Baldwin grand sat in her parlor and I played her a few pieces. But she had ideas of playing a different tune.She was on the sofa with her blouse and bra off as well as her gold square glasses with those sexy half-moons and pearl styled eyeglass chain. I took the glasses and chain and rubbed the string of beads back and forth against her raspberry-like nipple while I sucked and licked her. " Lucy repeated herself.Her smile looked a little strained to me and I wondered if she was at last seeing Gordon for what he really was, but I kept my thoughts to myself as I replied."I've just got a few things on my mind." I said glancing at Claire.Lucy's eyes flickered in the direction I was looking then came back to me, she sighed then smiled."Gordon's taking Claire to Ascot tomorrow," Lucy said with a hint of annoyance in her voice, "would you like to come over and keep me company?" I'd.