I would love to, she answered him, all you got to do is tell Tim the time and place and I’ll be there to suck all your cocks. Great, Bill answered h...er. One more thing Bill, Jessica said. I want this to be a Bukkake party were all you guys cover my face in your cum and then I want you and Tim to use spoons to feed me all the spilled cum. That will be a promise, Bill told her. Good then, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you and your cock next Saturday, she told him and then handed Tim. Worthy, and I'm at your service, sir. I'm the Wellington's house detective." God, he thought, this guy brings out the formal in me. I'll be bowing at the waist any minute now and sticking a dainty pinky out whenever I drink my Scotch."Then you're not the police. Where are they? Shouldn't they be here by now?" Well, Detective Hunger is somewhere else in the apartment. I'm surprised you missed him on your way in. But you shouldn't really be here, sir. Crime scene and all. Why don't you say hello. Comes Mass time and we trotted out with Fr. P, taking his usual shortcut across the front of the church rather than going all the way to the back and up the middle aisle. Things were going along smoothly and Eddie and I were playing tic-tac-toe by scratching our fingernails into the green plush of the handrails on our kneelers when we heard a clang and a few words that were shocking not only because they were English -- this was a year or two before the Latin Mass declined -- but also because. Louise heard Lisa whisper, "Beautiful" and any lingering embarrassment that Louise felt disappeared. Lisa looked into Louise's eyes as she struggled to maintain any semblance of coherent conversation with me. As Lisa moved her face within inches of Louise's mound, my wife opened her thighs in invitation. Lisa then extended her tongue, seeking a sign from my wife, still stammering on the phone. Lisa whispered, "I want to fuck you so badly."With that simple sentence all of Louise's insecurities,.