Feeling pressure to say something, I leaped into the first thing that entered my mind."What is your favorite flower?" I said, catching her off guard.H...r mouth was open just enough to see the even upper row of teeth that still had a drop of brown gravy on the edge of... it was gone, disappearing into the tip of her tongue as it darted out to capture the contrary crumb."Why?" She was only mildly interested, probably thinking that I was about to ask her address so I could send her flowers.I wrote. After that, he placed his face between my boobs and squeezing them in each of his hands, he pressed them against his cheeks and repeatedly got them hit against him.After that, he took me in his hands, holding my buttocks and lifting me up straight, and as I was holding his neck with my fingers behind it and we were tasting the mouths of each other, he took me to his room and laid me on his bed.As soon as he laid me on the bed, he laid on me and started tasting my mouth, feeling my boobs. After. ”Cathy couldn't believe her ears, the voice was, without a doubt, that of Sandra’s -- but she had been dead for six months.Tiptoeing to the doorway, she was greeted by a sight she had never expected to see. Tom was sitting in his armchair naked, stroking a formidable cock. His eyes were glued to the television screen.Cathy's eyes took in the whole scene in a second. Tom with his cock in his hand, and a naked Sandra on the screen, her arse in the air, being fucked from behind by a naked man, who. I had never been kissed. Or licked, or fucked or anything. Oh my God, my pussy was on fire. I unzipped my shorts and slipped my hand in to touch myself. Wearing shorts was not a great idea. On the screen Michael broke their embrace, picked her up, put her on the bed, spread her legs and applied a slow sensual lick from her hole to the top of her slit. She shivered and her toes curled. She lifted his head and said “I love you so much baby”. He kissed her clit, turned her around, she positioned.