Oh. Oh, yeah,” she whimpered. Her hand settled on the back of my head for a moment, but apparently it was too difficult to balance without the suppo...rt of both hands, and she braced it behind her again. “Does my pussy taste good? Better than Mom’s?”She did. I don’t know whether it was a genuine difference, the sweet revenge of licking my ex’s daughter, or simply the novelty of having my face buried in nineteen-year-old pussy, but she tasted like pure, hot heaven. Rather than answer her question. I started to sit down but he (I guess Mr. Smith) said, "No Michael.You will never take a liberty when a man is in the room."Again his voice remained strong but calm."Now Michael, this is what is going to happen. So just listen.Because Michael you have no other choices. We've discussed it. Youknow it. And so, this is your fate. You will send your resignation toyour employer today saying you will not even be able to give twoweeks notice. You will not give a reason. Short, curt and to thepoint. "Becks, what do you think of Karen?" I asked.Becky giggled, and said, "I think that someday we'll probably marry her. If she can live with the fact that I'll be part of the marriage, that is." Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you," I teased."Damned straight."Becky and I still hadn't gone all the way. We had oral sex a couple of times a week and we masturbated each other more often than that. Something had always held us back from having intercourse.Becky and I started thinking seriously about. She had a nice round bubble ass and nice tits with big nipples, but she was very fit and perfectly proportioned. I’ll only describe her again as Chloe Amour…check her out. It wasn’t just her body though, she had an insatiable sex drive and nothing was too crazy. She loved fucking, and she loved it often.We were having sex up to three times a day, sometimes they were quick sessions, but usually in the evenings before she went home to her hubby and k**s, we’d have a nice, long, sweaty fuck. .