A few days later she and I were alone in the house and she came into my room after her afternoon run and requested that I pull up that sexy website fo... her. She asked if I would go to 'naughtygirl73's' home page, and she was blushing prettily as she scanned the photo's and comments on the page. "Well, fiddlesticks!'' She exclaimed in her charming southern draw. ''I was hoping she'd written more than one!'' I then directed her to a yarn by 'cum girl' about the purchase of shoes I thought she'd. Her juices were warm and sweet and as I licked and sucked on her button she shook to another orgasm and squirted a little against my chin. “OH FUCK YESS!” she cried as she grabbed hold of my shoulders.My tongue went in deep and her cries got louder as she gripped my shoulders pushing herself on to me, she tasted so sweet. I stood up and she was just at the right height, a shout out to kitchen designers, so I took hold of my now throbbing cock and teased the head around her wet lips, she wrapped. Tom’s hand was already on my breast, his fingers pinching my nipple, his other hand was between my legs rubbing my pussy. If it wasn’t for my wet bikini he would have known how turned on I was, how wet my pussy was. “What about my mouth, start by kissing me, that might be a good idea” Ben and Sal were already deep kissing, lying side by side on the bed, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Tom, pulled away, his mouth clamping on to mine, the first mouth and tongue I had tasted in months,. She is so grateful that Donald has not sent her away and seems to still care for her.She wonders again about what Sasha had asked her yesterday and her answer. What is her relationship with Donald? And then worries as he never really answered her about casting her off.As she leans her back against his chest as he slowly soaps her breasts she dares to ask, “Donald, I realize you are no longer mad at me about yesterday, I hope, but if I do something wrong, will you send me away and not see me.