“Good morning” she smiled. She was wearing her white cotton shorts and top and looked fantastic. He looked and felt terrible. His mouth was parch...d, her knickers having soaked up ever last drop of moisture. His jaw ached. His arms and shoulders ached from the cuffs and his wrists were cut from his failed attempts to get free. “You look good” she giggled. “Mmmm” he mumbled back. “I’ve brought you some breakfast” she smiled as she put a bag on the floor in front of him. “Mmmmm” he said. I finished cooking and moved away from him on the excuse of setting up the dinner table, He let me. As I came back to wash my hands, He put his hands in my pants dragged them down, flipped me sideways and started licking my pussy kneeling over. This happened so fast that a dish fell down and made a huge sound. I didn’t care. My hands were over his head, pulling his hair out and in, thrusting his head towards my pussy hoping his tongue would go all the way inside, That was he most divine moment. You are sizzling, Tori." Her tongue came out of Diane's slit. "You wanna taste it? She has plenty of love and juice to go around." I grinned and she backed away. "You aren't gonna get mad at me, are you?" I pondered, looking down slightly at the ground. She brought my head back up. "This isn't a trap, dumb ass. Just let yourself have her, because you want her." My lips came to Tori's for a second, then I reluctantly brought my tongue right to Diane's throbbing pussy, but stopped about two. It all started right after I married my wife. She obviously knew that I married her wonderful pussy and that her body just came along, as it’s life support system.She made sure that whenever she sat down that her legs faced me and that I could see her panties, if she were wearing any. That ‘open leg policy’ stayed in effect after our two daughters were born too. There never seemed to be any reason to change that policy and our two daughters just grew up with that in-house rule. Even when they.