Memories of Doe. You hadn't seen her since the weekend before her wedding to that asshole Hank. Actually, you think, he wasn't the asshole. You were r...eally. You had met Doe in elementary school, and had always had a crush on her. You just never had the balls to admit it to her, mainly because you remember the fights your parents had, and you didn't want that as well. Basically you had a fear of commitment.Lacey returns to the desk with a receipt to sign, and a folder with the keys in it. "Okay,. Now give us a kiss over the phone and tell me that you'll come for a wee visit after you've your gift back again."Devon dutifully did as she was told, adding a tiny disclaimer of, "But just a short one Mamó. I'll have a lot of catching up to do in order to make my book deadline on time," and hanging up.Returning the phone to its charger, Devon stared thoughtfully at the war zone that doubled as her desk. The desk was a fairly wide expanse of wood that took up a large portion of the room. She sucked my nipples and spread my thighs wide apart. She pressed my clit with her thumb and shoved two fingers up my ass. As she went down on me, I marveled at how wonderful another woman’s tongue felt on and inside of my pussy. She sucked and nibbled and bit and it was pure bliss. She pushed another finger up my ass and tongued my pussy mercilessly. I had taken as much as I could. I arched my back, dug my fingers into the bedspread, and screamed as I had the best orgasm ever! Now it’s my. It was her favorite flavor; honey. He mumbled protests as she coated his cock with, and squeezed a good amount on her breasts. She pressed them together, and slowly slid them down, over his cock, and his protests stopped immediately. His eyes watched her breasts massaging his cock, and how her mouth grew closer and closer to his head each time.After a few minutes, her pace quickened, and she'd lick the tip every other time. The next drop down, she took him in her mouth, allowing her hands to.