I knew what she was about to do – my mind, somewhat detached, had logically put together the inevitable outcome of her actions. But I still couldn�...t quite believe it. I kept thinking she was going to stop, and move on to something else. But she kept going. Closer and closer she got. My pussy was practically dripping. Minda ran out of leg to kiss. Her eyes drifted up, met mine, stayed there. I felt her hands run up my shins, along the tops of my thighs, and settle on my hips. I felt her. We had a small apartment close to the store, no frills, just a quaint place that we called home. Sunday came around and Michelle left early to go home to cook dinner and make a homemade pie. After Michelle left, the day felt longer than normal. The anticipation of Mike coming over gave me a mix of dirty thoughts and daydreams. I thought the day would never end. I walked through the door and into the apartment. The smell of Michelle cooking was a pleasant aroma that filled the air. Michelle sat. I wanted to take hold of Betty’s great looking tits but didn’t want to go too far too fast. I felt Betty’s body relax and then I received the green light as one of Betty’s hands took hold of my cock.I placed my lips on Betty’s left ear and in a soft voice asked the question:“How long has it been since a man has licked you pussy?”Betty squeezed my cock tighter with her hand as she replied:“I don’t remember. It seems like forever.”My hands went to the top of Betty’s shirt and one by one I undid. .’ and with a series of little quick jerks, he exploded in her mouth, filling it with his thick creamy juices, the load heavy and spilling from the corner of her mouth. She sat back and looked at him directly in the eyes and he watched her as she swallowed, licking the corners of her mouth, not wanting to spill a drop.'Did I taste nice?' he asked her, his cock slowly becoming limp.She smiled and then leaned in and kissed him. 'You tasted real good.''Hey asshole, you there.' a voice from outside.