“Well, if you dumped all of your books,” something which that selection suggested would be no great sacrifice, “that wouldn’t hold my currentl...-needed books, much less my residue.” And she wasn’t going to discard her residue. She hadn’t sold a textbook in years, and -- though this detail could wait on a larger apartment -- if this would be her home, it would house the books from her childhood.“So, what do we do?” he asked. Good question. She sat down on the sofa, and he sat down next to. ”“Oh God yes,” uttered Hattie her head disappearing between Chastity’s soft thighs.Dave observed his wife’s actions in stunned amazement. He watched her tongue lap greedily at Chastity’s saturated cunt sucking out the cream he’d deposited inside it. He watched her hoover it up into her mouth and swallow it back, groaning with pleasure at the taste. Hattie’s tongue swirled over Chastity’s clitoris stimulating her to excrete more juices which she sucked at with puckered lips. Dave couldn’t. In part because he missed her, but mostly because whenever he jerked off she appeared in his head. Then his jerk-off session was immediately over. She was that hot.* * * * * *It was a Saturday at the very end of March. Ashley had plans with Holly and another friend Kelly to have some drinks and go out on the town. O.J. wasn’t coming up that weekend. They were going to meet at Holly and John’s house for drinks. Up until that point, she called Holly in advance…just to make sure that Keenum was. Sara moaned slightly in reply, putting her hands on Kayla’s hips and gently pushing her back, guiding her back to the guest bed where my wife had just seen them together. “Actually, ladies, I think we would all be a little more comfortable with the extra space in our bedroom,” Chelsea chimed in. Sara paused and both girls smiled before turning to follow us. A few steps down the hall, I opened the door to our bedroom and stepped aside to let the ladies in. As she walked in the room, Sara.