They headed into another room. I guess I must have made them uncomfortable. Damn shame. I followed, angling my way through groups distributed in no pa...ticular pattern.I followed through the kitchen and noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. They were in a small pantry, their arms loosely around each others' waists, kissing lightly."What the hell are you doing?" You don't have to take that tone of voice. We're just fooling around." I can see that. What makes you think this is all. Oh yes, Lodge… take my dripping pussy. Drink me in. Let your tongue part my pussy lips to lick around… kiss around my pussy. Love me Lodge. I let my hands run through your hair and guiding your mouth, tongue around my pussy. Finally, I’m ready for direct clit contact… go slowly. Okay, take my clit. Make me cum as John watchesI look up and John is smiling. His fingers start to run through my hair. Massaging my head as Lodge is loving me. I’m so turned on, so lost in Lodge’s loving. From my vantage point I could see her delicious pussy and fabulous arse. The thought that only a few minutes ago my brother had probably had his cock in that pussy gave me yet another hard on. Did she ever put her panties on when I took her home? I doubted it for I knew she rarely had her bra on after leaving Paul.'Jammy sod' I thought for the umpteenth time.'Nice view' a voice said from my side.I spun round, shocked out of my reverie. A woman in her mid to late thirties stood there with a grin. It had some scribbles on it she couldn't read. But she knew what it said at the top. Resources For Terminally Ill Patients. Her heart sank. The man wasn't young but he was far from old. He looked fit, reasonably, if a bit careworn. Like he had been taking reasonable care of himself for a ripe old age which he would never reach now. Sandy straight hair, tall and a bit lanky, even with a touch of middle-age spread. Like every woman, she checked the ring finger. Nothing there.Suddenly he looked up.