..let it happen." Mr Taylor's voice was soft and quiet, and incredibly his wife was in the next room.The orgasm came with a rush, as his fingers conti...nued to massage my clit. I was trying to stifle my gasps, but I was thinking that surely his wife must be able to hear.As Mr Taylor took his hand from between my legs, I could see my pussy juices glistening on his fingers, and the sexual aroma seemed to permeate the music room.I felt wet between my legs, the crotch of my panties was stuck to one. It had been a big day for them.On Monday, I called the cleaning firm the builder had recommended. They started that afternoon and were done by Wednesday evening. They did a great job on my old house, and I gave the workers a bonus that evening.George had talked to Margie over the weekend, and had arranged to be out of their house by the 24th of the month. He and Cindy each took a week of vacation to pack and move. He used the same moving people that I had on my recommendation. I went over to. No No . what you need to do is come to bed and let me clean you up. What are you talking about she asked. I said I want to eat your well fucked pussy. You serious she said? Oh I'm dead serious. I took her arm and led her to the bed. I got between her legs and looked right at the very first creamypie I had ever seen in real life. I licked it , umm it isn't bad I licked it again but deeper. She moaned. Oh that feels nice she said. I burried my face in her totaled cunt. After I finished I slid my. I cum every time you stick your dick in me. I just love that!"She giggled evilly."Now, don't let that be an excuse not to eat my pussy. You've always been the best pussy eater in the world, and I do love your tongue. You'll eat my pussy, won't you? If I'm a good little slut for you? Please, Bobby." Of course, Becky. I love eating you." Do it now!" No orgasm." Meanie," she said petulantly.Suddenly, she stepped back and looked at me quizzically."Bobby, do you eat Trudy?"I had to think for a.