"Again there was a short silence from the other end of the phone. "Jen, I'm your best friend, if you can't tell me who can you tell?" That's just it, ...arge, I can't tell anyone." Wow, I'm beginning to understand a little about how your husband feels." Oh, Marge, please don't make me feel any worse than I already do; if I could tell you I would, I'd tell Ken, but I just can't. This is something I will take to my grave, I just can't tell anyone," she said starting to cry again."Okay, okay, honey,. She kissed the slit and used her tongue to flick over it, all the while she was slowly pulling me off with her hand. She was slowly working her mouth down my dick and now she was just passed the head. Then all of a sudden she took all of me in the mouth, she coughed a bit and came off me and breathed in loudly. She did this a few more time and I was nearly going to burst. She went back to flicking the slit with her tongue and pulling me off. She must have read my body language because she was. ’ Rick felt light headed as Scott kept his face close, giving Rick a close-up view of his blue eyes. ‘Are you and your flatmate an item then?’ ‘Oh no, we’re just good friends.’ Rick knew he should go and find Chris, but he couldn't break eye contact with Scott and his heart began to flutter in his chest. ‘You're an actor, aren’t you?’ Rick blurted the words out and Scott smiled.‘Yes, I am. Have you seen me in anything?’‘Yes, that thing you did last year about the army in Afghanistan, you were. I reached on the last stair and suddenly the servant came out of the kitchen with coffee mugs in a tray and it was an embarrassing moment for me as I wasn’t able to hide my lowered peticoat and skinny thighs. Sir was watching me thru every step to see my milky thighs and a slight view of my pussy. The servant served the coffee mugs to the guests and walked to the kitchen unnoticing me. I got a relief and went on the dinning table and lift my buttocks to sit on it and rested on the glass dining.