“She’s so wet. You’re a pussy-licking, creampie-loving slut, Fiona.”“I am,” gasped Fiona. “She taste so delicious, and the cum is so sal...y. I love it.”My strokes grew faster. My balls, boiling with cum, smacked into Fiona’s clit with meaty thwacks. Her butt-cheeks rippled every time I bottomed into her. Pleasure rippled out of my dick, spilling through me, urging me to fuck her faster and faster as the pressure built in my balls.“Keep fucking the slut,” Aoifa gasped. “Oh, damn, Seamus, but you. "She wasn't wrong - I have and I do. Are you a masseuse?" I was trying to figure out exactly how this all tied together."I am. This is a little different from most massages. More.... possibilities I guess. Why don't you take your robe off, get on the table, face down and we'll get started. He started to take his clothes off as I moved to the table. Once he got down to his briefs I could tell he was starting to get hard. "Your wife requested someone who was fairly well endowed.... I hope you. I was instantly wet with want. Pushing her away gently, I held up a finger to tell her to give me a moment as I fought for my breath back. Looking back into her eyes, I found myself wanting this woman. The thought scared me as well as excited me, though I knew better than to act on it without my boyfriend’s consent. In a husky whisper, I ask, “Would it be alright if my boyfriend joins us?” Her smile grew big and she nodded her head before happily saying why, “Why of course, cocks are just as. She was watching and listening as you read." You meddling bastard," a soft voice from the doorway said.Both Mr. Hayes and I turned to see Missy standing there with a tear streaming down her cheek. I felt my heart lurch into my throat. I didn't have a clue what to say.Mr. Hayes was smooth. "Good morning, Miss Harmon. To what do I owe the pleasure? You've never been early to my class."Missy brushed the tear off her cheek. "I came for the same reason John did. I wanted to know why Sonnet 91. I was.