.it wasn't me John, it was..what's your name anyway..." I was in full panic mode now and was hyperventilating as Tony said " it's OK John, I'm holding...on to some one that's not used to the dark..." John's hand slid up my side to my elbow and out to my wrist, there he felt my hand on Tony's side and John slid his hand back to my elbow and to my side. John said "...I get the picture now Tony, he's trembling something awful. You might need me to help you hold him still..." my hear was pounding so. I’m busy mashing sweet potatoes to make pies when you come up behind me, grab my ass, and give me a kiss on the back of my neck. ‘How was your day?’ I ask. ‘Not as busy as yours I see.’ You say. I laugh, give you a quick peck on the cheek and proceed to finish mashing the potatoes. You look at me and say, ‘You really are mashing those potatoes hard.’ I say, ‘But not as hard as I could mash you!’ At which point I put the bowl down, walk over to you, push you up against the refrigerator and. I started by just rubbing it, looking around his house, it was clear that a women lived there, his wife. I went down and started sucking him off soon, and he unsnapped my bra, letting him see my B-size boobs, and hard nipples. He began playing with them, getting me wet, I was really liking the blowjob, he was making it fun by playing with me, and thrusting his hips off the couch. Soon he had me so wet that my juices were flowing down my legs.He then picked my head up off his dick, and started. As Mitchell was reading the measurement he couldn’t but help notice the large, and intricately folded, amount of skin that was in that cleft. He could also detect, at this close range, that unmistakable smell of pussy juice. This girl was aroused!He looked across at Katrina’s mother who was daydreaming out the window. Angela Jones was relaxed in her chair and her legs were far enough apart for Mitchell to see the same abundance of pussy lip in her cleft and the same quarter inch line of pubic.