"Really?" she asked, "What's his name?" Or hers," peeped up a doughty lady by the name of Cooky (seriously) who had her multi-colored braided hair pil...d up on the top of her head like a punch drunk pineapple.Heather clasped her hands together and twiddled her thumbs. "William," she revealed, "His name is William and he sort of works at a place I help out as a volunteer."William? Did she mean Billy? The kid at the Institute? That William? He wasn't your boyfriend. You even told me he wasn't!I. As the panties came off, I got a good look at the pussy. She kept it nicely manicured, but not shaved. I like that … maybe I’m a little old fashion, but it turns me on. “You are so lovely,” I said. “Shut up and let’s get started,” was all she said. She lay down next to me and positioned herself in the 69-position. I wasn’t going to argue as her beautiful pussy was lowered toward my mouth.I struck first, placing my hot, wet tongue on her very wet clit. She took in some air and then began sucking. Despite all the soap and the feather grip you were using all of a sudden I began to feel my balls start to boil. I really wanted to make you cum about 62 billion times before I came again so I regretfully pulled away from your probing and pleasuring and turned to take you in my arms, rubbing our soapy bodies together, but being very careful not to directly stimulate myself any more in the process. It was clearly your turn for some fun so I turned you to face away from me and began to apply. I’ll leave that approach to him. ‘What does he do?’ my father asked. His tone and demeanor told his girls he wasn’t backing down an inch. ‘I’m not exactly certain, but I think it’s biochemical engineering, sort of.’ ‘Well, at least he isn’t stupid,’ said dad. ‘No.’ He could wipe the floor with you with his left brain tied behind his back. ‘I look forward to meeting your young man,’ he said. Like he looked forward to a diagnosis of terminal cancer. ‘I’m sure he’ll be excited to meet you, too.’.