There's like nothing in my house." I answer. We stop walking as we get to a crosswalk, the sign displaying the red hand. "Thats cool, I'll come with. ...I'm not doing anything anyways." He says. "Okay, but you can't come in the house bud. Dad said no friends over, he sounded pissed." I tell him. "It's cool, I got shit to do later anyways." He replies. After a few more minutes of silence and rythmic walking we reach Kroger. I walk into the store and head directly to the seafood aisle. I scan the. Only this time, her shaved pussy looked quite different. Instead of being a tight slit, her pussy was open. What's more, her vagina appeared to have a gaping hole in the middle, which I thought was due to Greg's big penis penetrating her. And there was clear fluid all around her pussy and even down the inside of her thighs. I didn't want to get near Greg's semen, but before I could react, Laurie reached out and gently moved my head into position. "Lick it Mark . . . come on, its okay, lick it. My pinky grazed that sensitive ring between his cheeks. His eyes widened, he straightened up and his forehead pressed to mine. He sucked the smoke deep, shuttered, coughed and gasped. Our eyes locked.The expression on his face changed from shock, to 'I liked that?' and then to, 'He did that and I liked it!'. His head pitched forward slightly from the sensations running up his spine. His nose brushed tip to tip with mine. He rolled his back into the pleasure he found on my fingertips and half. He was very quiet. I put my hand under his chin to get his attention and said, “Come up here.” My husband rose, put his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. He worked fast, and before I realized it my tits were swinging free. The fire was just right for warmth on our naked bodies, without the initial searing heat. The whole room seemed to radiate, but I knew it was we three who made as much heat as the flames themselves. I sat back on the sofa, nude now, and Thomas, also nude, knelt in.