Shelooked at me. Then she ask. “Most of those teeth markson my tits and my thighs were yours weren’t they? Iknow you. I know that you don&...8217;t care for him and I justknow that you couldn’t resist making sure that he wouldknow that I had been fucked by other men, just like hewas fucking those other wives.’ “He admitted to me he did, he told me that was why hedidn’t see me being fucked by other men. He was busyfucking other wives.”“He. I chewed lightly, feeling her soft lips beneath the material. She gasped and arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her stockinged feet flat on the sofa cushions so she could spread her legs wide for me. Her panties pulled tighter and fell between her lips. I pushed my tongue into the cleft. Oh, god, she hissed. No one s ever done that before. Are you going to lick me, Daddy? In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her. There was a big staircase off to one side, with stairs going up and down. There were a few doors to the side with the stairs. It was mostly open with pillars creating spaces within the openness. Couches and different height tables with mismatched chairs were everywhere. A makeshift bar had been constructed in front of where the kitchen was. The walls had a mix of sorority symbols and pinups of half-naked or scantily clad women. It smelled of boos and urine. “Is this a sorority house?” I asked.. She patted the bench next to her. “Come. Sit,” she said, smiling and watching me intently. I was pretty sure I saw her eyes drop for a few seconds before rising again to my own.Part of me wanted to sit in one of the chairs rather than next to her. I didn’t want to come across as overly presumptuous. However, she had invited me to sit next to her, and it would be rude not to. So, I crossed the room and sat where she indicated.The bench was firm. I registered that the cushioning only marginally.