Oh, shit. Hmmmmmmmmm. Oh, that's so good. Hmmmmmmmm, that's so fucking good. Lick that pussy good. Oh, lick it good. Hmmmmmmm. Ooooooooh! Shit! Shit! ...h, fuck! Fuck! Haaaaaaaa! Haaaaaaaa! Oh, shit! Oh, that feels so fucking good. Right there. Oh, yes. That's the spot. Oh, baby." We locked lips once more with her tongue practically down my throat. She was hungry. She was starving. This was not the same Mrs. Potter I once. She seemed to have a pre-constructed opinion of me, like she knew me. But I didn't recognise her. I'd never seen her before.I decided the next time I was horny at my desk to go a little later and see if I couldn't bump into her in the woods. Sub-consciously I suppose I had the fantasy that I'd be in the bushes with my pants down as she walked past on the path a little distance away, having left a little later and being longer on 'the job'.. what a thrill that would be. I might smell her perfume. Unfortunately, those beautiful eyes were rimmed with red from crying.I stood up with arms spread, inviting her to me. We hugged for a minute, her sobs begging anew as fear started building inside her again. Nodding to James, I excused us and we went to the TV room. I took her to the big futon across from the TV and got comfortable on the big pillows. I patted the cushion next to me, motioning for her to get comfortable next to me.Renee lays next to me, her head on my thigh. Her long blonde hair. "I'll be over there in a few minutes; I'm just about done." Be careful while you're gone," she told me. "Come back in one piece."I didn't make any promises before I hung up the phone; we both knew it could get ugly. Banishing the thought with a shake of my head, I looked around my house, mentally checking to see if I'd forgotten anything.If I did, I can call my aunts or Marcus to come over and take care of it, I though, grabbing my bag and opening the door.Marcus stood leaning against the hood.