She said I'm supposed to get you lunch and that you're on the clock to get paid as soon as you show up. She shouldn't be asleep much longer, but we ca...n wake her up if she isn't moving in about an hour. So what do you want to eat? We've got hot dogs, microwave burritos, nachos and cheese."Peter made a humming noise, obviously not pleased with his choices. "Are the nachos baked, and is it real cheese or goop from a jar?" I don't know about the chips, but it's the stuff from a jar. I wouldn't call. Women should not want sex. Ideally they should just close their eyes, think of England, and submit to their husband's baser urges. Of course with no-one to teach these poor husbands, they were rather inept lovers, so it wasn't difficult to suppress any good feelings. Oh, sure, some people do seem to still like sex, ('Look, just like honeymooners... ') and it's Ok to giggle about it, but you wouldn't ever give in to any baser urges...And then there are those very few of us who, for some reason. I took a moment to gaze at her body as I lowered my eyes and head toward her pussy. I knelt down and kissed just above her clit, feeling her jump slightly at the touch. I used my fingers to slightly part her lips and ran my tongue from the opening of her pussy up to rest on her clit. She let out a long, low moan and put her hands on my head, her fingers in my hair. I shifted to my belly, keeping my tongue on her clit as my hands moved up the outside of her body to reach for her breasts, taking. I started to walk around the house quietly thinking that maybe they were playing another trick on me. I thought I heard something from upstairs, but then it was gone. When I heard it the second time I headed upstairs to check it out.I peered into Lisa’s room as it was halfway open and that’s where the noise was coming from. When I looked in I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was Brian standing by the bed with his trunks down around his ankles. Lisa was down on her knees in front of her brother.