“Fuh… four, sir.” “And what was the number?” “Seven, sir.” “Yes it was…” You feel his hand sliding back down your stomach, fingers... rubbing lightly as they travel. Slowly they go, teasing and sending sweet lightning through your already over stimulated skin. When they arrive at your cleft you throw your head back and moan as they start rubbing lightly on your clit. Moving in slow circles over your swollen button, each one a mix of pleasure and pain. You’re still so sensitive from the previous. Jill gasped, “She does it easier than I do, and I have to wet it with saliva before I take it in my throat. She just swallowed it down her throat with any preamble at all. Wendy, I am in awe of your ability.”Wendy blushed as she explained, “During my slut cheerleader days, it was expected of everyone on the cheer squad. The head Cheerleader made sure we received plenty of practice. All the new girls weren’t allowed to use the guys with smaller cocks until we demonstrated our ability to easily. Suzanne’s dark, morbid book and its depressing subject matter weighed down on Amy, as did the fact that Wendy now seemed to be able to open up more to Suzanne. Amy was frightened by Wendy’s drawings and failed to see their artistic merit. Wendy’s quiet, sullen behavior made her unpleasant to be around. Whenever Amy tried to talk about something pleasant, Wendy’s dark eyes looked up at her with a hostile expression. Amy realized that the last thing Wendy wanted to hear was how happy she was with. They looked big and full right then. She had offered me sex and just that. Told her wealthy husband was not attentive at home, just with the girl he paid for sex. She and he finally divorced after she hired a PI to catch him. he had slept alone for many years. She said he snored so loud she could not sleep. So he had not bedded her in years. She dimmed the lights and undressed me. She sat at the end of the bed and licked my cock like candy. She would suck and then suck my nuts for a big..