Turning her around, I sat her on the couch and burrowed my way between her thighs to that humongous pussy pie, where I started devouring it, sucking, ...licking, tonguing my way deep into the thick folds of her gash until, barely able to breathe, I tongued her clit and cunt hole until my face with slick with pussy juice.Clarissa rocked her massive ass all over that couch and my tongue followed her lead, going deep into her hot hole as she fucked my face nearly to unconsciousness. I reached up and. "Hey lover. Do you want to come over?" he recognized the voice on the other end - Angela. "Mike's gone to work and I'm alone and horny." I have to work at 11:30," Alex replied."So, come over now and that gives us almost five hours," Angela begged. "I've thought a lot about the other night. That was so amazing!"Alex smiled, "Okay, I'll be over..." He got out of bed and quickly showered and dressed. He drove over to her apartment and parked around the back. When he rang the buzzer she answered,. But to write it from the POV of the female who haunted him… Now that was creative. And sly. And devious. She must be a real bitch, he thought as his phone buzzed. It was the copy editing department. His copy had been proofed and completed. He was free to now go home. He covered her eyes with his hands and nudged her forward. Tentative faulty steps made the going slow as she moved in front of him, walking carefully over the hard sun baked earth. Every now and then she would stumble on a stray. . umm ... what I mean is, that's not an easy question to answer."I nearly choked when the sweetest little girl in the world looked up fromthe album and asked me, "Is there something wrong with her?"While I struggled with all the implications of Angie's question, my dear,loving wife answered it with unmitigated confidence. "No, there's nothingat all wrong with Becky." Then why ain't I seen her?"At this point, I gave up trying to find the best way to answer ourdaughter's questions and simply.