I noticed Lori had stopped talking after a few minutes and looked over to see if I had offended her. Apparently I had. I grimaced. ‘Sorry babe, I ju...st don’t understand why you’re telling me all of this?’ She sniffed and turned her head away from me. I frowned. ‘Please. I’ll listen now. Why are you so interested in the new kid?’ Lori’s eyebrow arched, and it looked like she wasn’t going to respond to me any time soon. But she turned back towards me and started talking again. She ticked things. My words u*********sly slurred."Pizza!" she said.She! Yes! She! This was no pizza boy! No! This was a woman! And what a woman!"Pizza!!" she said, a bit impatiently, again."PPPllease cccome in." I, through my extreme nervousness (it took all my conscious effort), calmly directed her into the living room and motioned toward the couch. She, without a bit of hesitation, without a bit of surprise - almost as if this was a regular occurrence during her nocturnal pizza travels - plopped herself down,. I switch the camera back to picture mode. I make a mental note that there's something I should tell them later. He stands up. His cock is stiff and angled up towards his belly. She scoots down off the bed and kneels between his legs. She grabs his pecker and licks the underside. Up and down. He lays down on the bed and she gets between his legs. She licks around his cockhead and up and down his shaft and finally engulfs it. She is a little too enthusiastic at first and gags slightly as she. I’m sure my mouth must have dropped while I licked my lips unconsciously, I could only stand there and stare.She smiled moving closer, whispering to me as I stood there, “Marla sweetie, these are the reasons I wanted this privacy, I hate tan lines.”I stuttered when I replied, “I can see that now, but I think tan lines have their place they add a bit of contrast to the skin.”Yvette moved closer. “So, you think these tan lines are a good thing?”I looked her in the eyes then told her in a very.