She opened the door slightly standing to one side in case anyone should walk by.When he made no move to enter, she swung the door open a bit more. Sti...ll Eric remained on the doorstep."Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked."Oh, yes," she replied. "Please come in Eric."Still he didn't move."Tammy I told you how to greet me. Now come into the doorway so I can see you and tell me what you want." I... I can't." she began, still hidden behind the door, petrified her neighbor's might see."Very. Your finger will stick to it if it’s dry and that hurts. But you don’t want to touch her clit anyway. You have to work up to that. Before she becomes aroused, her clit is too delicate to be handled. Approach her pussy slowly. Women, even more so than men, love to be teased. The inner part of her thigh is her most tender spot. Lick it, kiss it, and make designs on it with the tip of your tongue. Come dangerously close to her pussy, and then float away. Make her anticipate it. Now lick the crease. "Actually I found out what your group is really about. I'd had my suspicions for a while, then put two and two together. I found sound some interesting patterns of cum stains on Bill's shirt. Kinda funny that there were stains on the neck, and more on the waist. You know, you'd think he was smart enough to wash the shirt, must have slipped his mind."Bill continued to look at his hands. Molly chuckled and spoke again. "Oh, I got pissed at first. Thought about calling a lawyer, then. She progressed, from spoon to spoon, letting the water sparkle before my eyes until she reached the tablespoon. And every time, just as she finished I’d call out, ‘Do it again, Mom Mom. Please . . . please!’ She repeated her performance several times for me, until it was time for her to begin cooking, then she would explain that whatever happened in this huge world, ‘Three teaspoons always make a tablespoon.’ ‘You promise Mom Mom?’ I asked. ‘I promise,’ she’d reply in a tone that always seemed.