She walked slowly down the stairs, grabbing her makeup bag and a black nightdress that she carefully set aside before bed. She took some time in the d...wnstairs bathroom, putting on her makeup and making sure she looked presentable. She glanced down at her phone. 11:57. Fuck. She left her makeup and pajamas out, telling herself she would remember to put it away when she got back. And she grabbed a pair of black block heels and her phone. She left out the back door, closing it quietly, and ran. It was though and Nick was very grateful to her. She had moved down south to be closer to her children and Nick was unable to do more than write her a heartfelt thank you letter to which, quite unexpectedly, he received a delightful reply. The vendor said how happy she and her husband had been there and that she wished him every happiness there too. She hoped that the nightingale would stay and that the house martins would continue to nest under the eaves. Nick felt compelled to write back. I pulled him closer and his cock slipped into my hungry open mouth. I sucked his cock with all my energy. It only took a minute when I felt his cock swell up; he grunted, pushed his hips forward and then released his load. He shot nine big bursts of salty sweet man juice that I had a hard time swallowing. Some leaked out of the corners of my mouth and dripped down onto my puny chest. I continued to suck him after he softened until he pulled back. Then it was Sean’s turn. He was very ready for. Applying pressure, you rub, and stroke, more and more vigorously catching my moans of pleasure in my mouth. Taking 2 fingers and plunging them deep inside me, you roughly work me, curling them upwards to find my sweet spot. You know my body so well, you know exactly what to do to drive me wild. Your fingers move fast in and out and I feel my body tighten, my silence signifies to you that I'm about to orgasm, and you quicken the pace, the wet sound of pussy echos around our kitchen..I can't do.