I hear my Mistress moan and she moves herhips a bit to allow me to better reach her. She is soon pulling herself closeronto my face. I hear her comman... me to bury my tongue in her pussy. I startto do so and she presses her pussy even further onto my face. Her juices aresoaking me and I feel like her whole pussy is covering my mouth and nose. Hersmell is overwhelming and her sweetness thick and slimy. She is drenching meas I swallow her juices every few minutes. "Do you taste Jimmy little. " I said firmly."No, don't. Let me come over there. I have to get out of here. I've been stuck here all day."We hung up and I watched for her and as she came into sight I poured a couple Vodka on the rocks. As she walked up the drive I opened the door and she did a couple pick-up steps to get to me faster. She practically jumped in my arms and held on tight.I kicked the door closed and she loosed her grip on me and looked me square."You know how I said that no one could record our show because. I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. With Fiona, I didn't think that any woman could be much larger than her... and yet, here my friend stood, now bursting in sheer power. The woman that accompanied Cindi was somewhat older than us. She looked radiant in her age, which I guessed to be around her early to mid fifties. Unlike Fiona or Cindi, this woman sported a short, burred flattop that apparently had been bleached blonde. She too held a deep dark tan that accentuated her barely. But then — when Bill and I were about nine or ten years old — the first Mrs. Arnold suddenly vanished into thin air, and a short while after Alice’s mother replaced her in the Arnold household, bringing Alice and her younger sister Emma along with her. Exactly what happened in that household back then, and why, has always been shrouded in mystery. Well, no one much talked about it while us kids were around it anyway. Not that us kids were even worried really, I don’t think. People just appeared.