It was spitting rusty looking water. He walked back into the house and checked all the faucets. They were spitting rusty water also. Bill moved to the... kitchen faucet and removed the aerator from the spout. It was already filled with rust. He did the same in the three bathrooms. After the water was running clean and clear Bill closed the faucets and let the pressure build in the tank until the pump shut off. He moved to the breaker box and turned on the water heater. Next he checked the toilets.. Before he could get fully into my first story room I was yanking his shirt off, not bad looking for a guy who has to peep to get a nut I think to myself. Then I yank his pants down dropping to my knees. Still he can't speak as I look into his eyes smiling. I grasp his cock with my soft lips closing my eyes as I begin to suck his big fat cock. I hear him letting out soft moans so I know I'm doing it well. He begins becoming weak at the knees, then he must of regained courage because he grabbed. "That's it," Maureen said. "Lick me from my clit to my asshole." I moved my tongue all the way down to the crack in her ass and then back up. I swirled my tongue around her clit and then sucked it gently. "That's nice," she said. "It's been so long since I've had anyone tongue in my pussy. Come on, fuck me with your tongue. Shove your tongue as deep into my pussy as you can." I began pushing my tongue in and out of her. Behind me Sylvie said, "He's learning to be a pretty good cunt lapper." I. Wow, I thought. “So why is it that you called me here with such urgency?” I asked in sharp tone. “Because I’ve been bad,” she quickly replied. “Uh huh, and WHY have you taken so long to finally meet with me?” I asked with the thick, soft brown belt clutched in my hands. “Because I was afraid,” she said, voice muffled from her face being buried in the pillow. “AFRAID OF WHAT!? Get your face outta that pillow!” I demanded. “Liking you,” she whimpered. And with that, I delivered my very first.