I bring my fingers up to your face, and you inhale the scent of your cum on my fingertips, filling your nose with the aroma of your cunt, enthralled a... your sweet smell, you must taste it. You stick out your tongue and try to lick my fingers, and I laugh and whisper in a slow, but lustful voice, that sluts don’t get to lick, they only get to suck, and so I shove my fingers into your mouth. The taste is addictive, and soon my hand is totally free of your juices. You feel like such a slut,. “Better. I feel pretty good, in fact. I think I am over my hangover. Remind me never to do that again!”“Put away the books. I have your pardon!” Jack announced.“My pardon?”Jack nodded. “Something like that. While the cat’s away, the mice will play. Come on.”“What do you mean?”He plopped down in an armchair and smiled. “You know the parental units are gone for a few days, right?”Becca grimaced at that. Her parents and Jack’s parents had gone to the coast for a couple of days to meet up with some. The silence was almost worse than the noise had been, certainly more ominous because an abrupt cutoff of noise could only be heard when the engines were very, very close. Anna grabbed her coat and keys and ran lightly down the stairs. Patrick whined at the top, looking at her with piteous eyes. Obviously he thought if Anna was going for an extra walk, the least she could do was include him. It would probably be a good idea, he’d been so bad lately, chewing and whining, nervously pacing for. The hem of her skirt rose slightly as I advanced toward her crotch.Where I expected to find fabric, I found a tiny patch of hair and warm lips. I shuddered at the discovery. When I toucher her special place, she moaned gently and pushed her ass more strongly against me. Now I knew exactly what she wanted. She held my legs, and I began to gently caress her cunt. She was moist already, and I'd barely touched her. She began to move her ass east to west - just a bit. I timed my north-south strokes.