Worse yet, I started to feel the wetness in my panties and I know full well from experience that once I can feel or notice the wetness between my legs..., there is no turning back. My hot little pussy will just continue to leak until its been dealt with.I thought that the few orgasms I gave myself this morning would have relaxed me for this but as I sat there waiting for Rachel, I started to become so aroused that I was holding back the urge of squirming around in the chair.Finally, Rachel turned. I slapped her with my dick, then dramatically smeared my cockhead across her face, leaving lipstick rubbed against one cheek. "Maybe I'll give my Kitty a little cream, if she's a good brat and promises to lick it off her own fucking underwear."Loretta smiled deviously. "Kitty likes." She ran her tongue along the waistband of her panties, then along the ridges of my cock, pausing at the head. "Mmm. Yum," she murmured. She let a thick wad of spit drool from her mouth, over my cock and her. I could taste her, sweet, wonderful. I sped up and she grabbed my head with one hand pulling hard, clamping her other hand over her mouth stifling a scream as she came. She shook and trembled and started to collapse as I held her legs tight and kept licking. Her smell and taste were much stronger and that really excited me. Luscious.I stood, picked her up and laid her gently on the bed. She pulled her legs up high and spread them wide, smiling. I got more excited when she reached out, took hold. No chance of having a place of my own with these crazy house prices and this being my first job at the age of 23, so I rented a room from a guy older than me, in his mid-30s. His name was Steve and he was a masculine type, split up from his wife but seeing a feisty Spanish woman called Manuela. There were big arguments now and again but at least the sex sounded good, if the rather loud sighs, moans, groans and shrieking I could hear most nights through the thin bedroom walls were anything to go.