Suddenly, she starts giggling. “What’s so funny?” a puzzled J.J. asks. “I was just imagining the look on Frank’s face if he walked in on us!...” she manages to gasp out, now shaking with laughter. “Yeah, that would be something,” J.J. replies. Wow! She is such an airhead! he thinks to himself. But at least I drained my balls! Saturday, June 4. Megan rolls over in bed and groans, just beginning to emerge from a deep sleep. The sex last night had been so good! On the floor next to the bed are her. I made Amy stop for a second, and I pulled off my shirt and my bra — leaving me only in my little skirt and boots. Then I leaned back down, pressed my face against the headboard, and moaned as Amy started to lick again.I lost myself in pleasure as sweet sounds and images replayed in my head. I remembered Amy's red, spanked ass and the drip from her pussy. The sound of her lips saying, 'Mistress,' echoed in my ears.It was driving me crazy, and I knew I wasn't going to last very long before. Growing up without a mom was hard. Tony’s mom, Mrs. C. always insisted I call her mom, I think she felt sorry for me and tried to be the surrogate mom that I didn’t have since my own mom remarried and moved out of the country. I was over Tony’s house every day since my dad worked long hours. Mrs. C. didn’t mind since Tony was an only c***d she liked having me over keeping him company. Growing up next to Tony I got to see a lot of Mrs. C. and let me tell you she aged well. She must be around 42. The only thing that didn't change was our love life. It still held steady at three or four times a week, but it did change from once or twice each time to three and sometimes four times. And she wanted more anal than we were accustomed to having. The biggest change was in me eating her pussy. It used to be a sometimes thing, but Wendy started wanting me to do it more and more.I was walking around confused and wondering what had happened to my ideal life and then one night Wendy told me exactly.