She returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, placed them on the coffee table and resumed her position on the couch beside me, legs drawn up and...facing me. I reached over and filled her glass and handed it to her, then filled my own and sat back on the couch half turned towards her. “To an unusual day with a pleasant ending. New friends,” she toasted, and we clinked our glasses together, both of us seemingly oblivious to our manner of dress. Just as at dinner our conversation flowed. I think that my therapist at the sanatorium had other ideas but after six month she hadn’t broken through my defences and was about to start maternity leave so she pretty much threw me out. Sometimes I wonder how I would have handled having someone else aware of my guilt, I think it would have helped me but I don’t think that I’ll ever let anyone get that close again. Saint Michael doesn’t have friends, family or lovers, just penance. —– Sally: Charley’s trip was extended by three months. It. I followed her to her living room. Well, I knew the way because her flat was just the same as the one I lived in with my parents.The moment she opened the door of the living room, I heard another female voice ask, "Who was it?" My downstairs neighbor," she answered.I stopped in my track. I couldn't believe it, she had a friend over, and she hadn't warned me about it. I saw how my neighbor was holding the door open for me, and she said, "Well, are you coming."Again, I had to take a deep breath. But Lacy didn't want Gaby to cum on her fingers. No, no. Lacy wanted to taste Gaby's pussy juice and be covered in Gaby's cum. With this thought in mind, she moved Gaby's hand and dove head first into her pussy. An explosion of tastes hit her tongue as Lacy explored Gaby's pussy with her eager mouth.It was sweet while not being overly so, and there was a tangy saltness. It was delicious and Lacy ate it up like candy. Lacy moved her tongue so it slid right over Gaby's sensitive, swollen clit. As.