Bobby wasn’t the only one on sexual overload. The dull ache deep in my groin had become an intense throbbing, and I could feel a sticky wetness gat...ering in the crotch of my panties. The material of my bra was rubbing against my hard nipples, and as I squeezed my thighs together, the pressure on my nerve-filled clit nearly triggered my own orgasm. It seemed like I was having an out-of-body experience, and even though I knew exactly what I was doing, it felt like some celestial being was. “I was two years behind you in Hall, I remember you playing at folk evenings. Do I know her? I was there four years.”“Don’t know,” I said. “Her name was Penelope.”“Not Penelope Roasburie?”“The same.”“She arrived the year I left. Unusual name, that’s why I remember her. She let you down?”“She cheated – went with someone else. Found out shortly after we got engaged, she broke it off by returning her engagement present. No communication at all. Not even a note with the packet.”“This is Penny. "What do you want?"Ashley's response, "I want to feel your tongue carving tunnels into me. I want to feel your mouth sucking on my clit. I want you to draw your name along the inside of my pussy."I went mad with furious, passionate, needy confusion, and drove my tongue into her like I'd never done to any woman before, and was rewarded with a small yelp. I couldn't get deep enough. As deep as I got, I needed more. I began writhing my tongue inside her, and was motivated by one simple word, over. Gee, what a coincidence! Cynthia has a conversation with Mr. Anon, about getting me out of the house so they can bug it, at 7:15 a.m. By 5 p.m., they have a guy with a contact at a client of mine, call me to set up an 'emergency' meeting.So I called them back and took the meeting. I could be there by 6. I had nothing better to do, what with my wife off in Houston, sucking the dick of Mr. AssHole. Or getting fucked in the ass, or slinking around in her fancy underwear, or some other damn thing.I.