"No -- betrayed."Mike blushed. "But it's not the same thing then -- is it?" I guess not."It was weird waking up in the morning. It took Mike three tim...s as long to get ready; Laura always made herself up in the morning. 'Always the lady,' she thought sourly.She felt really weirded out and helpless putting on makeup with Laura's help, and then her skirt and blouse. Laura insisted that she make them a big breakfast. That she could do it -- it was about the only thing she could cook -- bacon and. Her breast and orgasmic face on full view, I started stroking on top of her. The wetness of my cock from her pussy juices made the jerking on top of her amazing."Oh! Shoot it all over me!" She screamed in exhaustion.I stroked rapidly. I felt that my limit has already been reached. I nodded to let her know I was cumming. She opened her mouth and I shot my cum all over her.I moved forward and allowed her to clean my cock with her mouth. She sucked my cock clean. My bed sheets though were in no. I grinned to myself and began swirling my tongue inside her womanhood, sinking it as deep as it would go, her cunt hairs filling my nostrils. I felt the tiny nub of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, gently tickling it as it began to come out of the folds of skin surrounding it. She began to grind her hips into my face, as she began to suck me off like a baby with a fresh bottle.I was literally fucking her with my tongue now, moving in and out of her wetness, gliding across her clit with. While the water filled the pot she was leaning forward, her breasts, big beautiful orbs nestled in their tight cocoon of cotton gently bounced back and forth, struggling to escape the soft fabric. He wished he could go over and wrap his hands around them. He bet they were firm but delicate. Maureen coasted back to the pot where she poured in the water. Her strong legs carried her so lithely. She had large, not big and bulky, but muscular thighs, they rippled as she walked, and the cheeks of.