She had been looking from the window at the lawns stretched out before the house, and whatever thoughts they had born, sat heavily upon her now. "I...know you have thought about me. I can see you looking up from the lawn. Were you very hurt when I sent the girl to have sex with you?” Sandra sat on the edge of the bed and seemed almost human, as if she really cared. “Yes, I can’t pretend that I like being used like that,” Charles replied. “Well that’s the way men treat women. Is it not. I didn't have the best angle and then remembered the anal girl in Kim's video and how she reached it from under rather than over her pussy. A switch of angles and I was able to reach a lot deeper, if I wanted to, this way. I held my finger there for a minute trying to decide if it felt good, or just different. I worried that the stimulation was going to make me want to "go", but I had my regular morning visit and felt that I should be OK. I didn't want to bother with an enema for this. As I run my tongue over the tip of your dick I feel you shudder. I take your pulsating flesh into my warm wet mouth I am so hungry for you. I lick my right palm and use it to help me in pleasuring you with my mouth, my hand on the bottom half of your stiff dick with my mouth slowly replacing my hand inch by inch until all of your manhood is now in the warm wet haven of my mouth. I feel your dick grow firmer in my mouth. I feel the large vein on the underside of your dick swell. I take my tongue. At least Cliff only had to worry about exercise from one woman. He was tired half of the time, each one wanted to do it at night and then in the morning. Then both of them wanted a nooner. The result was that he was exhausted most of the time.Their conversation was interrupted when Sandra came staggering out of the bedroom. She collapsed on the floor in front of Glen. Glen shot out of his chair and raced over to her. He was not in time to catch her before she hit the floor. She was pale and.