I tried again to remember the quarrels with my mother. A bitter memory,but I feel relieved that memory is fading away. I do not want to recallthe memo...ies of a quarrel with a deaf-mouthed mother. My eyes are stillclosed, hard to open. I got out of bed, crawling as I felt around to makesure I did not hit the wall. Until then, my hand was touching somethinground-like a sink. I tried to support myself to stand up, still with myeyes closed.WHAM!Ouch.My head stumbled against the edge of the sink.. "Jean knelt down in front of me and opened her mouth, and she let my cock push the thin nylon of her stocking mask into her mouth. I was whimpering, this was so good. Too good to be true. Jean closed her warm mouth around my cock which ached and throbbed because I had only just come and was hardly ready to come again. But she sucked my cock gently, every so often telling me that it was lovely and tasted good, massaging my buttocks with her leather gloved hands - She was in no rush as she kept. Her tongue worked through my lips and around my clit and my arousal was building so fast. I dug my fists into the bedding and she kissed and licked my sex and it felt like nothing I had felt since the day with her in the theater. Slowly and patiently her lips and tongue caressed my sensitive flesh and I could tell I was aroused to the point of oozing wetness to her kisses. I couldn’t help worry that I would taste horrible but if I did she gave no indication that she didn’t love the taste of. She knew something was up. These girls sensed emotions like moths smelled pheromones; five miles away (I think these girls also smelled pheromones that far away too!). She knew Julie was worried and upset about something. I looked at Julie and she nodded once slightly, letting me know he had passed the test. Then, he walked in.Sammi looked up, saw him, and went tense all over. Her face turned white as a sheet and I swear she stopped breathing for a moment. Then she started fighting me to get.