I had always wondered whether cancer treatment caused you to lose your pubic hair. Now I knew. I was wearing flannel pajama shorts and a loose tank to.... Mikes head was resting in my lap and he was brushing against my breasts. I don't think the touching was deliberate. Mike was too wrought up from fear and sobbing, but as I sat there with him I couldn't help thinking that only the thinnest and loosest of fabric separated his mouth from my clitoris. I suppressed the thought.I stayed with Mike. She always liked it hard there. I kept my pressure with my tongue as I sucked and moved my mouth back and forth, slow fucking her clit. Her hips once again came up to meet me and I heard to gasp, so I knew I was on the right track. Circling her opening I made sure to pull more juice out to make her wet, then slid one finger in, pumping a few times. She moaned, and then grabbed my head, pulling me harder against her. Adding another finger got another moan and more hip movement. My cock was. A feeling of power and control. His movement became rougher and rougher as he was getting more and more excited. She felt like waking up from a sexy dream, except she wasn’t fully awake yet, she was still dreaming, or was she awake after all? It was hard to figure out what was going on, there was a cock penetrating her pussy, and her pussy seemed to quite like it. Yet her mind felt so groggy. She opened her eyes. A strangers face hanging above her, someone she’d never met before. ‘Who are. Too good to deny it. Ain't no big deal, it's innocent'.I recon Katy Perry knew a thing or too, either way the lyrics stuck in my head, and I experienced it, tasted it, and all the while, her tongue went deeper, and I pulled my knees back up against my bare breasts, as she licked my crotch and put her tongue deeper into both my orifices.'Come up here' I beckoned her, an overwhelming urge to taste her warm nectar, feel the soft wet lips, from where it seeped, lick the shit from her pink puckered.