She kept going on and on…harder and faster….her mouth could swallow my whole cock…it was the best blow job ever. I couldn’t handle it….i sto...d up….slid my hands to search for her panties…She smile.. “Silly I don’t have any on”…I pushed her against the side of the couch….lifting her teddy…I knelt down…putting one leg over my shoulders….put my mouth on her pussy….she was so clean…perhaps the Brazilian wax she got for John? I spread her pussy lips…and with my sharp tongue started licking her clit. It was a deal. Oh, and she wanted a raise too. I told her to fill out the forms on Monday and put them on my desk. I told her that I would be pleased to sign them. She smiled.My wife and Jill were waiting for me when I got home. The kids were gone for the entire weekend. The girls liked the idea of matching sexy white dresses, so off we went to a shop that Jill knew. The owner of the shop knew exactly what I was looking for and handed each girl a dress to try on. I waited outside the dressing. It should be noted, however, that she had accumulated a nice collection of stuffed animals that doubled as nocturnal "buddies" when her needs of the flesh overwhelmed her prided sensitive nature.Recently, she had even acquired the nasty habit of "cleaning" her nether entry with the lubricated metal cigar case that she had stolen from her grandfather's dresser. Tess knew it wasn't nearly as thick as most actual penises but it was most certainly the correct length according to her more talkative. " Drinks?" Peter looked puzzled. "How do you mean?"Tamara indicated her breasts. "Well...I'm a bit milk-heavy up here. Longstory there, too, but...well, everyone seems to like it."Peter raised an eyebrow. "Ssssoooo...you're saying that peoplehere...drink...right from your breasts??"Tamara nodded. "They're feeling a bit gorged right now, actually. I mayneed your help in getting some relief, assuming you're not lactoseintolerant." No, I...I'll help you," Peter assured. "If they'll let me.".