She pulled him out for a breath and, unbeknownst to Michael, Mrs. Hoch took over, carefully milking and slurping the last of his tasty load onto her t...ngue where she savored it before swallowing. Mrs. Hoch finally pulled her mouth off his cock and said, "Thank you, Michael that was very nice. Did you like it?"Michael, still in shock, stuttered, "Y-yes, Mrs. Hoch, I loved it. T-thank you!" Well, if you ever want me to do it again, just put it through the fence and if I'm around I'll do it. I started with the vibe, teasing my nipples and then my clit until I was really worked up. Then I slowly slid the vibe into my pussy and started pumping it with a slow rhythm. After a few minutes I pull the vibe out, slide further down in the chair and start pressing it against my tight little asshole. I let out a moan as it enters, but keep pressing until it's all the way in. I start pumping the vibe in and out as I rub my clit with my other hand. As I near orgasm I stop and pull the vibe out. ” I was almost begging. “See what you can do. It might be an easy fix. Please, Jeff.”But he refused, shaking his head some more. Okay, you ass, that’s it. I’ll get it done without your help. I should have known better than to ask you. Anyone else asks you to do something, and you’re Mr. Right There! But not for me, oh no!I was mighty annoyed to say the least and that night was a very cold one in our house. No more conversation — and I left him to dish up his own dinner. There would be no. Two pink delights appeared, looking as pert and frisky as they had been at the breakfast table. "I think you might have missed some syrup. It feel like I'm sticking to the cloth. Would you please help me?"I told myself I shouldn't. I really shouldn't.I told myself to shut up. After all, she had said "please." A gentleman doesn't refuse a polite request for help from a lady.I thought I'd find Cheryl in the studio when I returned to the house. Instead, she was in the kitchen. The dining room.