I wish they'dgo all one or the other. You don't know how messed up things arewhen you have basically two systems in place." Monica told him she was s...re he could handle it. Then she askedJoe if she could get a maid to help with the housework. Joe said, "I know this is a big house, but I don't think we needa maid. You are doing a good job of keeping the place up. Monica said, "Well, I just don't have time to do everything Iwant to get done. You are a man -- you don't understand." The next. She asked, "Have you ever seen her naked?" I said 'no'. "Have you ever touched her tits?" I shook my head 'no'. "Does she even know you are thinking nasty thoughts about her?" I shook my head no. "Does she know you like her?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Does she have a boyfriend?" I nodded my head yeah.She sat next to me, her arm around my neck. "Now, tell me your girlfriend's name, what she looks like...not just her face, and what you want to do to her." I tried to look at her face, but. I was also wearing black thigh-high stockings. His eyes riveted now on my shaved pussy and I could tell that he saw something under the fabric that piqued his curiosity. It was a tattoo that I had gotten when I went a little wild one night not long after my husband had died. I'm pretty sure he couldn't make out what it was, but I drew his attention away by removing my bra. I turned around then to retrieve the next drug from the desk behind me and I heard him gasp as he saw that my panties were. And let me suck, so I can taste the last drop.Like this he made me to suck his cock. And I used to suck his cock from then every day. And I was addicted to his cock and its cum. I used to swallow all his loads and make him proud. From then when I started swallowing his loads he stopped kissing me and he used me only for sucking his cock. As I was also addicted to his spit I used to ask him to kiss me but he never kissed me and when I asked him I want his spit he used to spit into my mouth but.