Danny smirks before stroking her pussy for a moment. Her head rolls back when his lips replace his fingers, and she cries out as his tongue laps at he... damp lips. She is desperate for an orgasm, and when he sucks on her clit, she arches off the couch against his mouth. She bites back a scream as he continues his torture of bringing her to the climax, and stopping so she can’t actually cum. “Danny!” she cries out after the fifth near-orgasm. He laughs and slowly slides a finger inside her pussy.. I soon realise this is not my bed but my wife is in the next room and imagine my wife laid with her legs spread open and her lover is enjoying her pussy and giving her her morning service. The creaking goes on for 20 minutes and I get up and walk into the kitchen area and am greeted by the little guy. We sit and have a coffee together and I still have not seen my wife this morning. I ask him how his night was and he tells me that when they got in the bedroom her first words were that his was. J: Hi, Mr. Davis! I'm so happy to hear from you! How are you?D: I need something.A smile spread across my face, my body practically itching to meet all of his expectations.J: And I want to give you that something, Sir.D: That's a good girl. It's been a few days since you've visited me at school. Do you miss me?J: Of course I do! I want to meet with you again, if you would approve.D: Don't worry, Babydoll, we will have our time. I want you to do something for me right now. Where are you?J: At. “It’s no trouble, I would have made one for myself anyway.”She followed me into the kitchen, though she seemed to hang back by the door, watching me as I took the lasagna out and turned on the oven. When I started piling things on the counter for the salad; a head of lettuce, tomatoes, half a green pepper, she came forward, her hands waving a bit as if she was dying to step in and take over.I looked up at her and she smiled at me, then threw up her hands. “I can’t just stand here!” she laughed,.