As we shared a passionate kiss, I could taste my cum in her mouth. That was something that we always shared, and I enjoyed. She laid her head on my ch...st. As we were catching our breath I said "I'm sorry I came so fast. It is just the fact that I never get blow jobs anymore and on top of that, you have always been the best at sucking my dick." Its ok dear, no worries. You got me off." We laid there for a little while longer while I rubbed her back and played with her hair. She started to rub my. Mmmm... kissed... pa... passionately. Yes! Right there. Before all four went upstairs. I bet she fucked them on her marital bed. What a slut. That feels so good, baby. Make mommy cum." She squirmed on the sofa, her moans growing louder. With each flick of my tongue, her clit got harder, her pussy wetter. Kendra always referred to our next door neighbor as Mrs. Anderson, never Ava. I guess she wanted to keep reminding me that Mrs. Anderson was a married woman. A cheating wife who desecrated her. I was acutely disappointed. "I'm gonna get a shower," she said. "Be back in a few." She stopped, and turned around again. "No peeking." With that, she turned and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I fell back on the bed, sighing. Suddenly wanting to get comfortable, I pulled my shirt over my head and unbuckled my belt, then made quick work of my shoes and socks. That's better. Laying back, I waited patiently for Sam to return, staring up at the ceiling. After what seemed. ” “I’m not. I clean up easy, and that’s why we have dry cleaners. Look at your pants.” I did; there was a silver dollar-sized wet spot a few inches down my right thigh where I’d leaked while enjoying her, and my nearly-flaccid cock was now leaving a series of snail tracks on the gray worsted of my suit pants. “I can drop them off when I drop your dress there. Do you suppose that a cleaner ever gets tired of dealing with cum stains on things?” “I’m sure they’re used to it. A cleaners is sort of.