Pam stirred, but kept her eyes closed. I quietly rose without disturbing the bed scooped up my stuff. I’m very careful not to make too much noise, b...ecause if I do I would hear about it tonight when I got home.After dressing I go to the kitchen and make a pot of coffee. I don’t drink coffee, but Pam likes to have a fresh pot waiting for her when she gets up.I head off to work, on the way I stop at McDonalds get a number six with a small diet cola rather than coffee. The diet of the cola off sets. I’d come to buy, knowing that the vendor was desperate, got a good deal, and he got enough to feed his family for a while. Back in the marina, I tied up, and secured the boat. Next stop was the Clubhouse, and a well-earned meal. Afterwards, I sat at the bar nursing my glass of malt, just cut with a little pure water. A couple of women came in and ordered their drinks, and sat either side of me. The one on my right was a blonde, maybe 30’s, good figure and a nice smile. The one on the left was a. One night, long after her marriage i visited them and, planned my moves when anu came. She was wearing a t shirt and trouser without a bra. I could make that out by the nipples which were jutting out of her t shirt. I fantasised that she wasn’t wearing a pantie so that i can pull her trousers down and lick her cunt. She had noticed my pensive mood during the day and came over to chat. We got talking and in due course of time, we decided to shar a drink. Anu was talking sweetly as she got high. A patch of silver fur adorns her shiny obsidian crotch. I press my nose against her engorged clit, chuckling as she whimpers with need.“Definitely smells like fudge,” I grin, nuzzling her wet steaming pussy. “Sure you aren’t the creation of a pervy comic book artist.”“Shut up,” she hisses.“You first.” I dive in, mouth sealing around my meal of hot fudge pussy and whipped cream arousal. I am not disappointed. Not even the most talented Belgian chocolatier could bring out this much flavor. It’s.