"I could please you. I swear I could." But Paula, you seem so fixated on my pussy. What if my breasts got jealous of all the good tongue my pussy was ...etting?" I would lick them too." What about my ass? What if my ass was jealous?" I love all of you, Stacey... even your ass."God, she was pathetic. What a doormat.Disgusted, I jerked my legs down and stood up, smoothing the wrinkles out of my skirt. "Sounds like fun. Too bad I'm not a dyke."Tears welled in the poor things eyes. I tried to resist,. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the. Unless I am 69ing that is my favorite position to eat a pussy. With a big smile on my face, I gazed on the feast before me,then looked in the mirror and smiled again at the look of pure lust on my face. I am not at all ashamed of lusting after a pussy as gorgeous as Latha’s. After getting into position, I leaned forward to lick Latha’s love hole but before I began licking, I breathed in the heavenly aroma.After enjoying the aroma, I slid my tongue into her love hole and began lapping at her. Then she stopped talking, she had to, while standing in front of her, she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth and started to move her head back and forth on my cock while tickling my balls with her other hand. I warned her that I was about to cum, she didn't stop and neither did I. I came in her mouth over and over, when I was done, she sat back in her chair.Susan was pointing at her mouth and trying to tell me she didn't swallow, she needed to spit. I told her I had a better idea.