I stuck my hand back into her honey pot and keep stirring the juices in her pussy. She arched her back in the middle of her pleasure, which looked so ...exy to me. In the heat of the moment I stuck my nose in her asshole and gave it a sniff and a dart of my tongue. She twitched a bit and then I pulled my drenched finger out of her coochie. She turned around with a flushed face.“Fuck. Your going to get it. Sit down.”I sat in a kitchen chair and she pulled of my shirt and planted kiss on my lips.. From the beginning there was something cold and distant about her. Even in passion you knew ... there was the sense that she was ... toying with you, studying you. I spoke to Deryk of her once. He confessed to being with her. She had come to him late one night, long after the time we were supposed to be about. She had awakened him and urged him to silence, coaxed him, and mounted him. The thrill of the forbidden act gripped him and he let her take him. She was his first and only lover, for he. And then there had been the night, only a week ago, when Daniel was simply not to be denied. With Robert in the living room watching TV Daniel had cornered her in the kitchen, stripped her half naked, bent her over the counter and taken her, all of which was within no more than twenty feet of the unaware husband and father. She, at first, had tried to say no, but when Daniel pulled up her skirt and thrusted his throbbing lance against her, even with her panties still in place she wet herself. “Well then let’s not let you have all the fun. I need some pleasing too.” Lightly yet still somewhat forcefully Mr. Parker pushed me off of him causing me to stumble back on my feet. With needy hands, the wild man pulled his red exercise shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. He then unzipped his beige khakis and let his raging boner come into view. “So did you plan on having sex with someone and avoid wearing boxers today, or is it just a guy thing?” Mr. Parker let a deep chuckle roll.