“Sooooo,” she started slowly, “are we talking dates? Orrrrr…”“Fucking?” Carol filled in. “Yeah, lots and lots of fucking,” she said...through a giggle.“Wow,” Heather said simply. Her jaw had figuratively dropped and sudden sensations had just been stirred somewhere between her ribcage and her knees.Heather couldn’t stop herself. Now that the topic had taken an abrupt change in direction, she wanted to know more. “Anyone we’ve been dealing with this year amongst that group?” she asked. Her mouth concentrated on my clit, toothless bites, soft rubbery nibbles. I could feel her humming in her throat. The vibrations shooting deep into my pussy, my juices freely flowing. Clamping my thighs against her head I felt spasms as a long wailing moan escaped my lips. June’s fingers slamming against the inner walls lubricated with that clear hot lavalike nectar she wanted so much. Locking my eyes to her glazed deep blue eyes, I gasped and moaned. I quivered and quaked in a headlong rush to. . no reply came...Thursday came and i texted my girlfriend from work to tell her i was out that evening to play football with the lads from work, she of course agreed and my evening was set for fun and play and to scratch my "kinky itch" once again.I got home, packed my make believe sports bag and set off for Mistress K's place a few miles away.When i got there i texted her as usual "here!" and got the normal reply to ring the buzzer and come on up.I did so and dashed up the stairs to the 4th. " she said. "You're crazy!" I said, and she just stared at me. She went on to say she remembered coming in to the house, and going to the bathroom, and when she woke up she was in her mother's bed. "How did I get there?, Did you undress me? Did you clean me up? " Again I told her she was crazy. She kept looking at me to see if I would tip my hand, but I remained stoic. Her step mother came up and joined us and asked if I would be available again Friday as her old man had to work and she was.