Longer than when Paul had gone back to Kentucky, to wait out Lois' bar review course with his parents in Pikeville.The last time they had been togethe... here -- at Lois' house, in Lois' bed, had been the night before Paul's move to Nutley, New Jersey, back in August. Seven months. Something like that. They'd had their relatively glamorous nights at the Algonquin, and their noisy couplings on Paul's rental furniture in Nutley, with both of them imagining Cindy Pooler, on the other side of that. She just came by my side and suddenly she inserted her hand in my shorts. I screamed. To which my mama who was sitting at the far side of the pool said loudly ” what happened?”. To which my mami replied “nothing. Just saw a pipe and mistook it for a snake” and she giggled.She then looked up to me and I looked at her in a confusing way.She slowly started to stroke my penis. I was in heaven as I never expected this. She said, “I know you fantasize about me I can tell by the way you stare at. "Fuck. Keep it together Lala.", she told herself, conjuring up her c***dhood nickname.Holding the flashlight in her teeth she squatted and squeezed out her pussy treasure. Wiping the compass on her own skin she tried to dry it, finally licking the plastic top clean. "A bit ripe but it tastes like freedom!", she thought in manic glee. Stepping back and feeling for the table, her foot brushed something under the shelves.Setting her items on the floor, she placed a foot on them and reached under. ” I opened my mouth slightly and she eased the end of his dick into it. I sucked for almost one minute before she pulled it away. “That’s a good cuck,” Sara said, “now go and let me take his delicious cum in my mouth.” Pat smiled as I stood up and she pulled his dick back into her eager mouth again. I left them and got dressed and went down stairs and waited for them to join me. They came down about thirty minutes later, they were dressed for work and Sara kissed me. “I hope that your.