I didn’t bother me so much as I knew both of them were not interested.Around lunch time I went over to the shop to get some food. I left Leanne a no...e and locked the door. It wasn’t till I came back that some thing was wrong. I opened the door and saw Leanne was home as her shoes were by the door. So were Charlotte’s. I could hear moaning upstairs so I silently crept up to get a better listen.“Oh Charlotte,” it was Leanne, “Yea baby. Lick my pussy.”My cock went rock hard. I couldn’t sit there. ”“Exactly - you know exactly what I’m on about.”Ali has always been a person that people open up to. We often joke when she tells me about a waitress or garage attendant’s personal problems and I ask if she got their mother’s maiden name as well. I think it’s because she is genuinely interested and they can tell. She was always interested in psychology and has taken several counselling courses – she could actually make a living solving people’s complex emotional problems. Ali could tell that. ’ ‘My point exactly.’ The blond placed his hands on his shoulders. ‘You and me Friday night. No one else. Just us.’ ‘To go where?’ Riley asked in protest. ‘And do what?’ He smirked to himself. ‘To go out together tomorrow night and enjoy ourselves.’ **** Friday morning. Riley came into the work’s toilets and noticed that Ryan had come in early and was doing something to his eyelashes. He raised an eyebrow at the blond’s ministrations but tried to think no more of it. ‘You’re in earlier than. I suddenly have a mental image of one of those dunking birds that go up and down. The train is rocking; I can’t hear anything. I just watch. Amanda is watching them. She must not care. Lois’s head comes up, and her face moves down the side of his shaft. It must be 8 inches long ... her tongue is touching his pubic hair. How can she stand that? She hates going down there. The pubes are wet; the head is wet with her spit. She is licking up and down. Her hands are on his balls. Her face turns back.