And just beside my flats entrance, the owner of my flat lives. They are old, uncle always wears nothing on top and just wears a lace pajama or somethi...g. Aunty is very talkative, not good looking and she is fat too. They have a girl and boy.But my heroine is there a family friend who often comes to visit them almost every 2 days. I came to know later that she’s there relative. So usually, I go to the office around 9.30 in the morning. And comes back at 6, and she always stands on the verandah. "Clean me now" Alicia whispered to me. She moved around and put her cum soaked pussy in my face. I licked at the sticky mess and loved it. I love eating cum from another girl's pussy more than anything in the world. Alicia sucked all our juices from Matt's cock. Alicia sat up a little and pressed her pussy out toward me, squeezing out every last drop into my mouth. Alicia milked the cum from Matt's cock and the boy was rising again. He was amazing! Her eyes met mine and I greedily gobbled up. It was not Michelle that was in trouble. Her papers, her identity was flawless. It had even withstood police interrogation when, months later in the investigation of Mike Vello's disappearance, as his (assumed) girlfriend, she had been deposed as a possible witness. Her background had checked out thanks to his mother, Karen Shipley who had manipulated the Citizen Registry with the help of governmental contacts and had gotten her a legitimate identification chip. He climbed the stairs three at a. Her phone beeped, it was an e-mail from Jonathan, her husband of fifteen years, who was in China on business. He was sending a good night message. She glanced at it as she ran her hands through her blonde hair with a wisp of grey. Even in her mid-forties though there wasn't much of it. "Thanks James," she said. She had felt his gaze linger a bit longer ever since her first visit. He stood on the other side of the bed. His tall frame towered over her. Even in loose scrubs you could tell he was.