It's a straight shot from her front door through her kitchen to the desk. As I'm walking the twenty paces to her, she turns her chair round to face me... then raises the hem of her skirt.She's dressed in the usual, plaid shirt and dark grey long skirt. I note she's not wearing the usual sensible shoes, any hose or panties, she'd got ready for me. I'm guessing she wants me to go down on her, pretty typical. She confirms that by nodding in the direction of her pussy. But first, she wants me to. He flushed, washed and quick-brushed his teeth.There, no morning breath to ruin things. He silently pulled the bathroom door open, stepped out carefully."Oh, yeah. Bring that meat-log back to bed, cousin." Tammie's voice froze him in his tracks. Her eyes transfixed him with their intensity. She had both pillows under her head, and the sheet was kicked off onto the floor. Her thighs were spread, giving him a perfect view at her pink pussy. The lips were completely bare, with just a little. After I cleaned myself up, I slipped on her panties and posed in front of my bedroom mirror admiring myself while telling myself to look forward to a lovely day of wanking.I walked downstairs to get myself a glass of water wearing no other clothes, but as soon as I turned on the tap to fill my glass, Mr Williams our next door neighbour opened the kitchen door and walked in. He was a tall black American who was very friendly with my parents and would spend most Saturday nights in our front room. Her small breasts heaved up and down, she was deeply afraid. Yet something told her it was right to be here, it was her right, her destiny. Slowly she crept forwards in the darkened hallway, her hormones rushing into overdrive as her senses reeled form the sexual aura pervading the hall. She had to steady herself and willed the gasp to muted silence as her eyes feasted on the writhing bodies. She couldn't see them clearly they were just visible through the door that had been left carelessly.