Goodwin was making chicken soup and I swear I could smell homemade bread. After a few minutes of small talk we excused ourselves and went home.My pare...ts are the kind of people that made friends very easily with out being too pushy.We found out one thing very soon about the Major: he would not let anyone call him by his first name. It was always Major Goodwin or Major. Even his wife called him Major. Carol just said "Sir".Now this was a change from the way I was raised to show respect for your. She, on the other hand, had called him the next day itself but with no result. She had almost lost hope, but still her pussy tingled only at the thought of his hands and his cock. She had begun to think if she should try some of the horny men at the club but she had little hope there. There were a lot of men in the club and all of them drooled after her firm, sexy ass in those tight, short clothes she wore but none of them looked like they could handle a slut in the body of a respectable lady!. “They’re my booty shorts,” Molly said, laughing again. “My whoopie cakes hang out the back of them and all the boys drool.”“I’m sure you’ve never had a problem getting the boys to drool, Miss Kelly,” Phil said.“Have I answered all your questions?” she wondered.“We haven’t even scratched the surface,” Phil answered with a chuckle. “I’m going to fix some lunch. We, uh, we skipped breakfast this morning.”“You’re telling me!” Molly snorted. “You forget that your bedroom is right beside where we. The wetness is enticing and I can't help but slip two fingers inside my wet cunt before gently withdrawing them and bringing them up to my willing mouth. Slowly I put them inside my mouth and swirl my tongue around them so I can taste my inner fluid and swallow it. Wow I taste so good, sweet yet not sickly, maybe a little musky but I suck it all off before sliding them back into my open cunt again.I start to slowly fuck my open hole with a steady slow rhythm, pushing as deep as I can. I start.