I couldn't tell if she was looking at me for the soap in my eyes. "I said." She said as I heard the shower door slide open. "Do you want anythi...g for breakfast before you go to bed?" And I heard the door slide open some more. I didn't know what to do…I mean I did, but this was Sue! "SUE! ... I ... WE... I mean we…” I was stammering trying to rinse the soap out of my eyes. "Ed." She said in a voice I'd never heard her use before. "I…We are not kids anymore. I'm a woman now,. Marella’s hips thrust up against his chin, against his mouth, her hands pushing hard on his head, her nails painfully digging into the sensitive skin on his scalp as she desperately struggles for more contact, struggles for the release she needs. Finally, sensing his moment, feeling her stomach muscles relax for a second, John moves his mouth that final important inch and his warm wet mouth covers her pussy. John’s tongue enters Marella’s pussy with darting and probing strokes, light and fast,. We separated and went to our own offices saying we'd meet up for lunch at the Cross Keys with the rest of the office girls, it'll be fun watching them watch us.Once in the office I checked my mail and did the urgent stuff, then that was it, I just had to sit there waiting for any work to arrive. I pulled the tattoo photo out of my bag, it looked spectacular, but would it be too much. Only one way to find out, I gave Pixie a call."Hey Amy, how you doing, it's been ages I thought you'd fallen out. “Well what about the married men you fuck for money?” I challenged her. “In a way, they’re playing you too yet you allow it.” I said with a self-satisfied smirk, thinking I’d backed my mother into a morel corner with that question.“They get something from me that they’re not getting at home. Think of me as fast food. You drive up, place your order and eat your food. No waiting, no foreplay, no commitments. Once you’re done, you discard the trash. Sometimes these guys go home and fuck their.