Another shot would be taken from an angle that showed her knees were spread widely apart. We would be seeing her wide open, wet pussy if not for the l...ght being at the wrong angle, lamp on a table or other similar obstruction carefully placed to block the view. Frequently they would also give a side shot with her appearing to have the boy’s whole dick in her mouth, but there was no way to be completely sure she wasn’t just kissing his thigh. All I could tell for sure was that they were both. His purpose is to wet me and to lubricate me. He does this so that his huge, long, thick male member can invade me with much less struggle.In the process I am moved and enjoying the sensations beyond belief. I can’t explain just how personal, how exciting and how pleasurable it is to feel his tongue swirling at my anus. The exquisite feel and nature of his probing licks devour my woman’s place. I’m already frazzled. This is so stimulating to me that I am already hyperventilating!The first time. I could feel the head of his cock against my pussy. With a quick glance towards the children, I noticed their attention beginning to falter from the TV. Bill, the kids- I began to say. The kids can watch if they want. I have had a bad day, my back hurts, Im horny, and I want to come home and be able to make love to my wife without any interruptions. Now, sit on my cock and make me feel good he said. I hesitated. What about the kids? Bill slapped me again, with much more force this time,. That slight glance had spoken volumes. Monica was willing to bet her paycheck that she was a total surprise and that Sylvia hadn’t told Heather anything about having invited a guest to dinner. Especially one she was trying to fix her up with.“Hi, I’m Monica Doyle, I live upstairs,” she replied. “Your aunt was kind enough to invite me to dinner.”“Nice to meet you, Monica,” Heather said, the surprise on her face now replaced by a warm smile.“Why don’t you two girls have a seat in the living room.