I used to watch the girl named Pinky(name changed, respect her privacy) very lonely during day time specially in my weekends as I used to be busy duri...g my working days so didn’t get chance to watch her in those days. Her partner used to start for work by 8 and returns home by 9 pm which made her completely alone as she left her job for a switch. One day I saw her near a shop which I used to go frequently in my locality and just tried to interact with her, gradually I noted her timings and. Across the table from her was Roger Simpson. Apparently he was an accountant, although the African next to him was the company accountant. Roger's wife, Helena, sat on the other side of this African. She thought his name was Rathimus, but she was unsure. Helena was being outrageous, openly flirting with Rufus and Rathimus in front of her husband! Roger sipped his drink, and ignored his wife's behaviour. He looked about 53, while Helena was clearly much younger, around 30. Perhaps it was the. "Four, five, six," Jill continued. My attention moved from the pleasure in my balls to what Sally was beginning to do to the tip of my penis with her tongue. She had started to slowly circle her warm tongue on the sensitive spot just under the tip of my penis. As she continued I could feel my body begin its wonderful climb toward orgasm. "Seven, eight, nine," Jill counted as my breathing deepened and my stomach muscles involuntarily tightened. Sally leaned back. My body reacted instinctively to. I thought I was gonna lose it.”Calmly, I moved my tongue on the sides of her pussy, with the occasional flick to her clitoris as I got to the top. As my tongue weaved between the lips of her pussy, Professor X’s breathlessness grew greater. I savored her gushing juices. Sweet, yet tangy. Her pussy engorged as I slithered my tongue in increasingly smaller circles around her clitoris. As I reached her clitoris, I gave it a little suck, drawing a low groan from Professor X. My hands glided over.