Com/user/DizzyD427/posts/385653.htmlPart IVCharlotte finally composed herself after Julie’s surprise oral assault on her aching pussy… an assault ...that had brought her to the very brink of orgasm, and then left her hanging in a tangled mess of sexual frustration the likes of which she had never experienced. Julie had proven to her that a woman could get blue balls, and Charlotte wanted to beg her friend give her the orgasm she needed… but their sons were waiting outside, and she realized it was. They felt really good. And she giggled as I watched their nipples get hard while I washed. She then had me wash her down there, between her legs. She showed me how to do it, her fingers holding mine.“Gently, gently, there, like that. Yes.”She had closed her eyes and kept my hand with hers, there between her legs. I was touching her parts! It felt kinda like petting a cat, ‘cept it was all wet, of course. She even purred like a cat at times and even shake in little fits, kinda like Mama did. I. As usual, Lisa had a hard time doing the young man’s hair with his hands moving over her legs, but she managed. By the time she finished, he had her very turned on, just as she hoped he would. She took the cover off him, finally, and reached out her hand. ‘Come on, Bobby,’ she said breathlessly. Bobby got out of the chair and followed the lovely woman through the doorway that led to her living quarters. Once they were in her apartment, Lisa pulled the young man into her arms, her lips covered. How will he react to her bedside confession? Natives say that life cannot exist in LA without a car and money. My last days in LA proved those truisms.I’m from Brentwood, “OJ Land”, a privileged enclave nestled between Westwood and Santa Monica. My parents bought their three-bedroom bungalow when it was a quaint bedroom community for the faculty of nearby UCLA, before home prices went sky-high. Most the professors cashed out their equity. My parents’ ranch house was girded by towering.