2) I've eaten over 200 creampies. I had tried for some time to keep track of how many creampies I'd eaten but once my ex started spending 2 or 3 night... per week over at her Owner's house I lost an exact count. There were times that I cleaned her pussy 6 times in a single week when he'd fuck her at his house and she'd return home in the morning for me to clean her and then he'd be over spending time with our family and take my wife once our daughter was in bed before he'd go home. There's. It must have looked like she was kissing my pussy." She wasn't? It sure looked like it." She smiled."No, I was showing her my clit. She said she didn't get much out of rubbing her clit and I showed her mine, and how I rubbed it." I said looking her straight in the eye."It was OK if she was kissing you there. I don't mind. Did you kiss her pussy?" She asked moving close. Her breasts strained the cloth. Her nipples were very evident.I hesitated. "Yes, we both did. May I ask if you ever made it. Tomorrow --.He got up angry with himself and went to the kitchen for a drink of water. As he passed through the common room of the hotel suite he saw her profiled against the lights of the city, the curtains were pulled apart, she was looking down 12 stories to the streets below. He paused to look at her in the dim light that filtered through the window. It had to be his sister, she was too slender to be his mother. The room was dark but he could make out that she was wearing a knee length. There was always the next day, though. Hope springs eternal.Meanwhile, the Girl was smarting after yet another of Fitch's reluctantly applied beltings. She knew that Mrs Fitch had to put up with much worse and that the gardener's heart was not in it by this time. The Girl was almost inclined to like the man, in some ways, by now.The leaves were falling all the time at this late date in September and she had no sooner swept and cleared the paths and lawns when her efforts were rendered useless.