This was not the start to the day that she wanted, and decided to call a sick day at work. Not that she needed to, seeing that she owned the company s...he could do what she wanted really, but the mood she was called for one simple thing, retail-therapy.She hit the Hong-Kong shops with credit card at the ready, ready to buy anything her heart desired, but there wasn't much she really desired, at least not in the shops this morning. Ice-cream beckoned, and was the only thing to brighten up her. I gathered her cream. I lapped at her. My tongue pressed into her folds. I explored her silky petals, lapping at her, making her moan into my cunt.“Dr. Elliston!” she groaned. “You’ve done this before.”“I love pussy,” I panted. “I’ve eaten out all of my sisters’ cunts.” And my mother’s, but I didn’t want to bring that up.“You’re so naughty,” she moaned, fingernails biting into my rump.Her tongue dove deep into my twat. She fluttered her tongue around inside of me. Then she swiped Clint’s cum. I slid in without pause and felt my leg warmed by the touch of her silky haunch. I leaned over and gave her a very cautious "in the country club" kiss but managed to slip my tongue into her wet, sweet tasting mouth as a reminder that her ass performed well "doggy" style with my legs wrapped around her superbly-toned body. I longed for us to be in private so I could pull her French panties down and shoot a load deep inside her sensuously tight pussy.Claire looked up at me and confided in a low. Pleased however with, and pitying the taking she could feel me in, she drew towards the door, and opening it softly as she could, we both got off undiscovered, and reconducted me to my own room, where, unable to keep my legs, in the agitation I was in, I instantly threw myself down on the bed, where I lay transported, though ashamed at what I felt.Phœbe lay down by me, and asked me archly, “if, now that I had seen the enemy, and fully considered him, I was still afraid of him? or did I think I.