“Darling, darling, my darling son!” as she placed her hands behind his head and snuggled him between her warm thighs. He continued mouthing her cu...t, driving his tongue deep into her and sucking out her flowing juices, licking the hairy mound downward then forcing the tip of his tongue deep into the tight ring of her asshole. Sliding up, he moved in on her clitoris and started flicking his tongue on it. She started hunching and grinding her dripping cunt into his face. A moan started deep in. Hope ... Bobbie can help me ... emulate your speech patterns. Uh, yes." Not bad at all, wouldn't you say, my dear?" Wide-eyed, Bobbie stared at me in total unbelief. "I would say you hit the jackpot, my dear, yes really and truly, the jackpot. He is perfect, or will be with adequate coaching." You never say 'fuck, ' do you?" I asked."Why of course not," he answered indignantly. "Why do you ask?" Because I do and it would be uncharacteristic of you to say such words. As I learn to speak like. I gasped, not out of fear, but intense delight as you began to capture your prey. My tits fully exposed now with the prickly lace under the tender flesh, my nipples extended and aching. You used this moment to exert your prowess, as strong fingers captured the taut buds, pinching, rolling and tugging them until you heard a familiar moan. You lips quickly and fiercely covered mine in a consuming kiss, your tongue forcing its way into my mouth, finding my own and battling with it. I knew the. ’ ‘I wonder how much we could have gotten. That guy, I mean.’ Suzy laughed. ‘What? You’ve got to be kidding. We’re…’ ‘Married? What’s that got to do with it? Look how you husband treats you. You’ve only been married eight months, you’re good looking and it’s Friday night. ‘He’s in there, stinking of beer and cigarettes and palling around with those other dickless wonders. What kind of life is that? Damn, it’s time to wake up and smell the roses. ‘I bet they haven’t even missed us, yet. I bet.