I was already on the seventh cloud. Very excited but he was very patient, moved his lips to my naval, his tongue exploring it while his finger kept st...oking my pussy. His lips then moved to my clitoris, pursing it and trying to suck it while his finger kept stroking my cunt.I had another shiver up my spine; my legs seemed to be giving way as he continued lapping my clitoris. I was having an orgasm, almost squatted on the floor, unable to stand any more. He moved his head in my lap, almost. I just didn’t feel very sociable. Actually, I was on the verge of tears when the boys burst through the door. I had gotten them an older CJ jeep when they turned sixteen. I felt that it would be both fun and safe. Anyhow, they loved it.“You know you would stay a lot dryer if you put the canvas on that thing.”“Yeah Dad, we know, but that ain’t no fun.” Their grammar sucked.They shucked their boots and coats before heading upstairs for showers. Why didn’t I think of that. I was sitting there. Christine opened her eyes. Blurred vision, her mind fighting for orientation. Now she was on her stomach, still on a gurney or table. Her face was framed by a padded ring, so she looked down on the floor, seeing surgical shoes on white tile. Her whole scalp felt cool, as if she had just stuck her head in a freezer. A soft moan escaped her parched lips, and she struggled feebly to raise herself."Christ, she's coming around," said a voice."Give her twenty milligrams of demerol. No, make it. She could relax her throat and get him all the way into her mouth but she needed to concentrate. She knew by the moans Robert was eliciting that she was doing a good job. Hopefully after this and dinner he’d be up for taking her to bed and satisfying her needs.Roberts head was spinning, Tami rarely did this and she was putting her all into it tonight. When she began licking his cock he was terrified she’d taste the fact that just six hours earlier he was balls deep into Joanne. The thought of.