Kneeling down between your legs my excitement is building. You are starting get hard i can see it through your pants. I pull your pants down and start...kissing your penis through your underwear. I pull you out and start stroking your almost erect member. You remind me that if you wanted a handjob you could have done it yourself. Hesitantly I move my my mouth closer and open up. The smells and taste are overwhelming, no more flavored condoms. Your game is starting, first quarter. Bobbing my head. Believe me he won’t know the difference, through his tears, and he will remember it because his bottom will be very red and sore. And I won’t give him an inch. I promise.” I looked at Phoebe. She really is 17 years old going on 25. Confident. Mature well beyond her years. Looking strict even in her nightdress and wrap that left huge areas of her body bare. Beautiful, certainly in my eyes. Knew how she wanted to be treated. “OK Phoebe. I’ll go and deal with your brother then.” Mrs T. I moaned, I quivered, I shook, shouting my orgasm to the sky. He slipped one, then two and finally three fingers into my already dripping pussy hole. He continued thrusting his fingers in and out until I climaxed and wetted his fingers with my pussy juices. "I know you love this, Honey," he smiled at me before he dropped his mouth upon my face. He tongued my ear lobes... my cheeks... my lips... my breasts... my nipples... my belly... my bellybutton. His tongue approached downwards to my vaginal. .." One per customer," Gretchen said as she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "That was what, six days ago? That might be long enough for an over the counter pregnancy test." I don't need a test," I objected. "You and I have more important things we need to be doing." No," Gretchen said firmly. "More pressing, perhaps, but never more important than life. I'm invoking spousal privilege. We get this checked, and we get it checked now, not later." Spousal what?" I asked suspiciously. "What the.