The contemplated cunnilingual congress was far less certain, I knew. Possible, but highly unlikely.Don't think I didn't give the imagined scenario amp...le thought. My getting any nose-nookie was unlikely to happen because, most of the time, it was Pete who was going to be down there, either tonguing it himself or filling it up with his own happy warrior.Conceivably, if we got our bodies rearranged to the point where Laura was giving Pete head, there might be an opportunity for her to remove him. ”“And I haven’t really restocked it in the last two years,” Betts said. “I haven’t had a party since Bill passed away. I do my drinking upstairs in the kitchen or the bedroom.”Looking out at the hot tub, Tommy remarked, “That’s an unusual design around the tub.”“Bill planned it so that he could roll up in his wheelchair and lift himself up to get into the tub. He loved his hot tub. We spent many hours there, just the two of us, talking and drinking.”“Did you ever have clothes on?” Tommy asked. Even the fear of being caught hadn’t stopped the throbbing in my pussy. She eventually left, shooting me an envious look and Don gestured me forward. He was still naked. “So,” he said, “you saw all of that.” “A lot of it sir, yeah,” I looked down, blushing, “I’m very sorry. I understand if you want to terminate my services.” “Actually,” Don said, approaching me, “I think I want to start them." His hand ran along my thigh up to my terry cloth shorts. He could feel the wetness. “What’s. He leaned forward and kissed her long and deep and passionately. Emily melted into him totally and sighed as his lips covered hers. Her mouth automatically opened and his tongue found hers, playing together between their lips as they kissed. Emily put her hands back around his neck and he placed his other hand around her slim waist. They kissed like this for several glorious moments and Emily lost herself to him. It was just like her favorite romance novels, the fireworks, the angels singing,.