My lack of experience showed, as I came in my pants after only a couple of minutes of her sexual aggression. She giggled and reached around to feel my...crotch, noticing the copious amount of spunk I had released and also noticing that my dick was still hard after I came."You enjoyed that, didn't you? Well now you owe me. Keep those pants on and if I'm still horny later I'll let you lick this little pussy cat..." She walked away, wiggling her ass for effect.After I regained my composure, I went. Dad had been what he calls an, ‘unemployed master cabinet maker’, which is something to do with houses. He says he was poor, like the homeless people that stay on MLK Boulevard.He liked to tell us about the olden days as we sat around the campfire roughing it, making our own s’mores and telling stories. Everyone else liked to tell scary stories, but not dad. He told us how he’d finally been able to start a business after the changes that brought about cheap labor.At first, he said, there’d been. Our legs were intertwined, so it was difficult for me to disentangle myself from him, especially as his cock was in the state of ‘Morning Woody’. I moved slightly and his eyes opened, to look directly into my face, ‘You’re still squeezing me’, he said quietly, not in the least concerned his cock was deep inside me an my husband lay on the other side of the bed. He was right, I could feel my pussy squeeze him involuntarily and the ticklish feeling of his pubes hard against my pubic mound. ‘Your. Without hesitation she sucked Leigh’s clit into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it.Leigh gasped and loudly said, “More.”Cherie continued to suck and tongue her clit. Leigh gasped and moaned more. Then Leigh let out a loud gasp and her body shuddered. Cherie didn’t stop and Leigh continued to shake.Finally, Leigh said, “Please, I can’t take anymore right now. Please no more.”Cherie stopped, looked up at Leigh with a smile and said, “Okay for now, but I’m not done with you yet.”Cherie.