Let's see. A right at the kitchen, down the hall... second door on the right. I peaked in and saw Candice under the covers and turned away from the do...r. She should be "pretending" to be asleep. I didn't like this a bit. What if she really was sleeping? She might shoot my dumb ass!I set my bag down and as quietly as I could, brought out the hand cuffs and two three foot long pieces of rope, Oh yes, and the rubber knife. I slipped one side of the cuffs in my right boot top and the rope in my old. We chatted a little longer before we got down to the real reason we were there together.He sat in what looked like an antique Queen Ann-style upholstered chair with what's called a 'wing-back.' He had me come up close to him, and as I did, he sat forward on the edge of the chair; and the look of eagerness on his face was obvious, and that look excited me as he put his hands on me admiringly (lustfully)!Without asking (though he didn't need to by then), he unzipped my fly, and between the two of. ”“That’s what Karen has told me about her previous lover. How he would eat a woman’s pussy after he had fucked her, and would make her cum,” she thought. “This just can’t be a coincidence. This guy must be my girlfriend’s, Dan! Do I tell him my suspicions? What if I’m wrong? Do I take a chance that I might lose him before I even have the opportunity to win his love?”Dan happily ate Vicky’s pussy, enjoying the mixture of his cum and hers. She bent her knees, running her fingers through his hair.. “UUUUUHHH good boy! Right there, lick auntie’s clit!” Aunt Chris cried out. “MMM you are too loud sis. Let me muffle your moans.” Aunt Lyn purred as she moved and straddled her sister’s face and lowered her hot wet hairy pussy onto her lips. I kept licking and slid a finger into aunt Chris’s juicy pussy. She groaned out as I hooked my finger and searched for her g-spot as I tongue lashed her. I was thankful for my girlfriend’s pussy licking classes. Aunt Chris had no complaints as I ate her.