I knew you were coming over around four thirty and I didn’t have much time left. I had spent so much time doing my hair and make-up and putting on m... cutest outfit, funny how it wouldn’t make any difference. I caught myself laughing out loud, thinking what a mess I would look in the end…. ”Oh…none of that will matter if I don’t figure out how to make right!” I pouted. “I’ve got it!” I said to no one in particular as I threw my hands in the air. With that I was off to my. Fearing being caught I quickly stand up and shove the soiled panties into my pocket.Then walking quietly down the hall and into my room.Just thinking about it was getting me hard.“Now, Amanda. What happened at the mall? And don’t tell me nothing, because I know when something is wrong with my little girl,” Amanda’s eyes took on a guilty look, confirming my suspicions.“Something happened at the mall? What was it, Amanda?” Amanda winced as I sat beside her on the sofa.“Now, why don’t you tell me. .I"M CUUUMMMIINNG!!!" My gnawing on her engorged clit and the feeling of Georges cum dripping straight from her pussy into my mouth had driven her over the edge again. This just caused her to grind harder on my face. I wasn't able to keep tonguing her, it was all I could do to keep drinking. Her orgasm and juices had loosened the rest of Georges' cum and it slid out of her mixed with her sticky wetness. Even the rest of my cum was being pushed out of her ass and running down her crack till. Instead, as soon as we got the k**s into bed, he started tugging at my clothes to get me naked and we ended up having the best sex since the first year of our marriage. We talked about it next day and agreed that we had really enjoyed it.”“So? Did you discuss whether you would like to do it again with John and me?”“Will says that next time he wants to eat your pussy first before you give him a blow job.”“Does he now? Tell him that John loves the fact that I can deep throat him. Ask him if he.