I looked at her beautiful pussy. Shaved clean. Fat lips. Cum tracing them. So inviting. Her scent luring me closer. I pulled her down so she sat of m...y face slightly and slid my tongue deep into her quenching the need inside me. She was salty and sweet. Wet. So wet. Her juice covered my tongue, my lips, my nose, my chin. My god, I lapped at my mistress’ pussy like it was the best nectar on earth. I never let up. Deep into her. To her clit. I would suck on her clit. Then I would flick it with my. Her hands were grabbing the side of the chair tightly and her legs were shaking more and more.even her feet were, lifting off the floor, making her legs spread even wider and wider, showing off more of her cunt. She did not have a care in the world at that point and could care less who was watching her now. Tamara then screamed out. “I want to cum Sir! Please, Sir Jake may I cum?”Jake shouted back. “NO! Not yet. Do you understand? I don’t want to have to punish you more. OK.”I thought my wife. Of course at the age of 18 both girls knew about sex, they had even explored a bit with each other. On a dare Greta had purchased a dildo and vibrator from a sex shop in the big city while they were on a class trip. What the girls in their class didn’t know was that she’d kept them for her and Tami to use when they had sleepovers if they got horny.“Yeah its huge, wouldn't mind a cock like that in me.” Greta admitted. She felt herself getting wet for some reason. She pushed the feeling away and. He called about noon the next day, Mr Johns, can we talk about yesterday, I said sure. He started to say something and I cut him off and said just slip into that sexy pink thong and come on over. Can we talk about it over the phone, I said when your ready to talk, come on over.and hung up. A couple of hours passed and I was thinking that maybe he wasn't going to show but there was a knock at the front door, a very weak knock. I answered it and he said may I come in, sure, if your.