Ms. Baker’s juice was thicker and her inner lips were more pronounced than Sandra’s was. Her juice was also stronger, but he thought that was prob...ably because she had been exercising. Still, he was amazed about how similar they tasted. He was rapidly learning to love pussy juice… the more they produced the better he liked it. As he began to suck her, he felt her hands grab his hair, pulling his face tighter to her humid crotch. Her legs wrapped around his neck as her heels began to beat a. Kylie just nodded. “Your pussy. Definitely, your pussy,” I told her.“It’s not going to bother you that I’m not on birth control?” she asked.“If you don’t care, why should I,” I asked.“Exactly,” Kylie said, standing up.She turned around and bent over again. I wasted no time getting behind her again and positioning my cock inside her open love slit. She was a little looser now, and fucking my own sloppy seconds was a bit of a turn on, her pussy was wetter than any woman I’d ever known. I started. "I ran into him in the grocery store," Angela replied calmly, not missing a beat. She didn't offer any more details and no one asked any other questions. I nearly sighed aloud with relief.Soon enough, it was time for the meal. Everyone gathered around the table and Angela and I took our seats. As we sat, I was struck by the fact that well over half the employees in my small company were women. It was something I had noticed before, but with all the recent events, I wondered if it was in part. O.V:I walk around my house checking all the windows, and doors making sure they’re locked. I go to my front door and lock the top and bottom lock. I sigh with relief and walk up the stairs to my bedroom tiredly. I take off my pants and toss them to the side, leaving me in a tank top, bra, and panties. I pull bed sheets back and crawl into bed, I look over at my clock and it says nine-thirty p.m. I drift into a deep sleep.Male P.O.V:I walk around the neighborhood looking. I know her exact.