We make our way downstairs where we prepare breakfast. While sitting down at the dinner table I witness her scarfing down the first two sandwiches. �...�Hey, Tasmanian devil, try chewing your food,” I say smiling at her while she’s slumped over her plate. She smiles back, her cheeks puffed up with food and mumbles, “hungry.” Her pace slows and we enjoy a quiet meal together. After we clean the dishes, she takes my hand and leads me to the couch. I’m pushed down, and my robe is opened. She then. He was just what the doctor ordered for Jenny tonight.Rick pulled Jenny's soft body into his as his tongue dueled with hers. He slowly pulled her dress up in back until he could get his hands on her bare ass. He heard her moan as his hands separated and kneaded her cheeks, his fingers working lower until he could feel the wet lips of her shaved pussy. God this woman was hot he thought."Oh God," Jenny moaned as Rick walked her backward toward the sofa. "Dinner will get cold," Jenny said. What I need to speak to you about involves her," Miss Baker said."Yes ma'am," I answered."Please call me Priscilla. After what we've done together you can at least call me by my name." Yes, Priscilla," I said, thinking how she had just cheered me up.I opened the door to see Gina ready to kick the door. She was wearing the jumpsuit from Sunday and my jacket. "Where's the footlocker?" She asked.I opened it for her to look inside but she wasn't paying attention to the contents of the locker. She. ”I didn’t wait for another word to be uttered. ‘He had better be good at this.’ I thought as I demonstrated my strength by pushing myself up on my arms to meet his gaze, and slid my knees up the bed to meet them, and found my wet, hot pussy hovering over his still mostly hard cock. For a moment I bite my lower lip and gaze longingly – performatively so – into his eyes. “May I? Just for a moment?”I knew I was riding the line of what’s acceptable, so when he reminded me “I said: ‘not.