I'd fed her cat while she and mother went away on holiday and used that opportunity to raid her washing hamper for soiled knickers. Maggie favoured si...lk knickers I think they were called French Knickers, loose fitting around the legs, maybe because of her veins? I would sneak up the stairs and go into the bathroom to seek out her knickers in the hamper. Often there would be only one pair, I think she must have done all her washing before she went away so I couldn't take them or she would notice. We have all these labels that we place on everyone, like everyone belongs in a box. The gays in this box, the straights in here. I don’t consider myself a lesbian either. Some days I want big, hard, throbbing, pulsing, sweaty cock. I want to smell it and lick it and suck it and fuck it. Then the next day, I feel like diving in to the slick, silky soft folds of a creamy pussy. I just want to smell it and lick it and drink all her lovely juices.”Katie felt her face blushing as she listened to the. . They just left." I quietly walked inside the house. She shut the door behind me. I looked to my right. Mr. Bush was sitting in a big chair, watching TV. Some political debate was on. I smiled as Mrs. Bush grabbed my hand, and lead me down the hall. We stopped at her kitchen. "Milla! Get me a beer. Tells those girls to be quite up stairs and take off that costume before your big fat tits fall out the top. Damn it!!!" said Mr. Bush."What are you doing here?" whispered Mrs. Bush. "You better get. Relishing the wet tongue between my legs, flicking against my clit, circling my lips, stabbing me oh so sweetly; returning the favor, first with Sylvia until she arched and tensed, then with Ryan, his cock warm and stiff with skin so smooth and soft, full and round in my mouth.Getting hotter and hotter as Ryan thrust and thrust lion-style behind Sylvia. Her grunts and growls and moans and my fingers working my clit winding my spring like nobody's business until I was so tight I burst. The.