I could not stand, to say goodbye, being far too embarrassed about the semen covering most of my front. So I just lay there, as the women politely sai... their thanks to Pat, maybe also to me, and made their farewells. Pat escorted them to the door, and I heard quite a lot of chatter, but could not make out the detail. "That was extraordinary," was Pat's comment as she returned. "Let's clean you up." She was clearly thrilled as she chatted away, and giggled as she scooped up some cum in her hand,. I am getting too much pleasure at the moment. "I know, say my name baby!" "Louis!" I screamed. "Louder!" "Louis!" I tilt my head back once we reach our climax. Cum flies everywhere. He smirks has put me down. "I'm pretty sure someone heard us." I blush at his statement, but it quickly makes reality knock me harshly on the head."Fuck Louis, what is your problem?" I ask, annoyed at him and a little bit scared, now that my sexual haze had cleared a whole lot. He looked at me confused "Huh?" is all. Bob had his mouth open as ordered and wished he had not as he smelt her but trapped he had to extend his tongue and desperately in her matted pubes try and hunt out her clitoris. He licked away crushed as Susan let her huge weight sink onto his face and then he had to swallow her juices difficult to do when he could not move and for a minute he was terrified in case he drowned in them but he managed somehow to swallow and better to bring Susan to a raging orgasm.Susan pulled off him and smiled. Well, it was the giggle that I had to expel while reading a tidbit about words that are constantly swooshing around us but oft times we don’t have hint of a clue what the actual “Dictionary” word is that started these thoughts and triggered the remembery. In part I blame Starbucks or perhaps more to the point, one of the many zarfs I encounter in my pretense to get myself get glugging away steaming hot 7-11 coffee in their always very thin paper cups. Zarfs! Yah hate ‘em but it’s burned.