" I ain't not," she squealed, and I hushed her since the folks above were not supposed to know I was sleeping in their basement although I was paying ...hem a quid a month to ignore that fact, and they kept me supplied with firewood."I seen cleaner girls standing knee deep in mud puddles, slopping hogs," I said with a smile. "You can wash your face if you want. Basin's yonder." I nodded and she looked.She finished her mending and yanked her clothes back on and smoothed down her dress as she stood. Still Stan upped the ante. His mouth was removed from her left breast as he kissed his way south, first the underside of her breast, then further, further, until her navel felt his tongue. Stan’s hand left the side of her face as he repositioned himself. Anne, knowing where he was going, spread herself open for him as she felt him move between her legs, now raining kisses on her mound. Once more she felt a finger dip inside her before trailing moisture upwards. Finally she felt his mouth. I opened it and as expected, there he was. He had a gym bag with him, which caught my eye immediately. We went straight for the kitchen and I pulled out a bottle of liquor. We each had a few shots to kinda break the ice and ease the tension in the air. I was fairly certain that we were going to have sex but the nervousness was still there. We sat and talked for about 30 minutes. At the apparent end of our conversation, I looked Jerry dead in the eye and asked him, "So how big is it?" Jerry. The rubbing alone was pushing me closer and closer to the edge, but not close enough. But during every commercial she would lick my balls, perineum and anus again untill I was ready to blow my pent up load. But everytime she sensed that and would slow down that much, that the movie would continue when I just would need 1 stroke or rub or lick to explode. This lasted for over an hour and she had me a the tip of her finger from the beginning (litterally and figuratively)Finally the movie ended..