I must admit that at least in theory her suggestion has merit as this practice does allow me to express my thoughts without the need to disclose them ...o anyone or anything but this recording device. I shall therefore use this experiment to verbalize the events of this day."Guess we have a lot 'o work to do."These were the exact words he spoke to me in his customary defective grammar after he had deceived me into exchanging a kiss in a public place. Yet even more than the omission of the subject. I feel it. I need to hang up now, Mama, I'm almost out of patience."When the line went dead, I knew that whatever it was, Mama couldn't tell me. What I didn't know was if I could accept not knowing. If she could tell me about what her father did to her, what could there be that she wouldn't or couldn't tell me? It had to be something about Uncle Bunny. Perhaps a secret she'd promised him she'd never divulge?I called Joyce at work the next day. We spoke for only a few minutes, but long enough. I licked my lips, the taste of her salty cum swelling again through my mouth.Such a yummy delight.Her tongue caressed my clit again and again. She ran over my bud. She devoured me with such intensity. I humped my pussy against her as I gasped and moaned. My finger kneading my tits found my small nipples.I gripped them.Twisted them.“Ms. Harland!” I gasped. “I’m going to cum.”“Good,” she purred. Her tongue fluttered up and over my clit. “Do it. Shower me in your virgin cream.”“Yes, Ms.. Steven released my hands and started caressing my thighs. His kisses were tender little pecks. Very slow and gentle. With each kiss his mouth moved closer to my pussy. I knew it was going to happen. He was going to touch me. Well, he was going to touch me with his mouth. “Eww, gross! Do I kiss him after he does it?” I thought. Steven placed his thumb on top of my clitoral hood and pressed down gently. I grabbed his head and pulled him tighter into me as an involuntary giggle escaped from my.