“Eat it. Suck my pussy. Make me come. Make me fucking come.” His fingers feel the soft beginnings of a throb within her, and she commences to buck... her hips, fucking back, driving his fingers deeper, grinding his mouth harder against her pubic mound. “Oh my God,” she whispers hoarsely, her voice quaking, grabbing the back of his head roughly and abruptly bending over him, clutching him against her convulsing abdomen and stomach. She comes. “Uuh. Fuck. Uuh. Oh. Christ. Uuh,” syllables. She walked away leading them into the house and I watched the two naked pets walk away lost in my erotic thoughts. When I came out of the shower room lunch was on the table under the covered portion of the back porch and light jazz playing on the outdoor speakers. The women had made deli style ham and cheese hoagie sandwiches with some chips and soft drinks. Small talk was made during while we ate about the upcoming work week. I helped clean up after we were done eating. I went to my office to. My legs were spread apart and he could have seen my pussy lips under the thong, I thought as I moaned continuously. A moment later I could feel his hand between my thigh moving up towards my pussy.I somehow collected the strength to move my legs and close them out of shyness. Dhruv smiled at this and continued kissing my thighs. He went down to my feet again licking and biting my legs and came up to my thighs again. He repeated it two more times making me shiver and restless.I was getting. But he certainly was asking me a lot of questions. And a lot of themwere just so repetitious... in the extreme. But no matter how manytimes he asked me the same dumb old question, he got exactly the sameanswer from me. I thought he found my stubbornness in dealing withhim annoying. There were several strange questions that I wasn'tentirely sure why he bothered asking them. But most of his questionsseemed generally innocuous, while many of the others were plainly andsimply irrelevant to anything.