You, of course, put two and two together, “Dave?” Again as if you can hear him smile, “Yes, baby it’s me”. You realize you have never heard ...is voice before. It’s deeper than you expected, but in a sexual way. You can hear its warmth that is inviting and promising. You ask in wonder, “what are you doing?” he replies with the feather along your rib cage, up to your nipples, down the other side of your ribs, finishing at your lower stomach teasing just above your pussy. Now you feel his mouth on. He didn't have to be told or even pushed into place," she went on. "And all the while I was loving it and thinking that it served Barry right for taking my cherry the way he had, so violently... so lacking in feeling that when he had finished... and I hadn't even come, besides... I felt used, like a dirty piece of toilet paper."But Sparky was devoid of emotions; He was an animal and what he did to me was just plain animal sex. I didn't have to communicate with him, or even trust his loyalties.. He looked up, his eyes telling the whole story of the moment, and nodded whilst paying attention to my swollen glans and the warmth of his hands continued to explore my balls, pulling lightly and making the occasional dash between my legs to run a finger over my tight hole. It didn’t take long, as I felt my knees weaken “Fuck, I’m going to….” I didn’t even manage the sentence as I shot several lines of my cream into his mouth and watched as he swallowed everything I had.He stood back up and we. "Let me." I said smiling."Thanks!" she said. "Got so much to do, and he's useless!!" she nodded to the living room.She stood back up and I crouched to pick up the shards of broken china. I looked toward her and it my lowered position and with her reaching up into a cupboard, I could see quite clearly; no panties. Her buttocks curves to a cute pussy cleft, wisps of hair peeping from in front. I stared, mesmerised.Claire turned. Looked at me. "Were you looking at my butt?" she asked.I stood,.