I shot thick, hot ropes down her throat. My heart was racing. She stood up, crumpling up some of her mail and putting others in a small letter holder on the counter. Before I could cum, Alice called for me. She asked if I wanted to watch some cooking show that she started watching on Netflix so I handed her the remote. She put her lips around my cockhead, and that was it. Not a lie. My cock, still going limp in my shorts, could help but twitch when it saw what she was wearing: a sleeveless grey cloth nightgown with pink trim that only went to right above her knees, with no bra on. “It’s hot out there today,” she said, still fanning herself. Lighter than she had been, but still with PLENTY of meat on her bones. Again, my mind began racing to the thought of Charlotte slipping out of her work clothes, sticky and smelly, letting them each drop to the floor. “Sounds good,” Alice said, mindlessly playing with my hand. I flipped through the channels on the living room TV aimlessly as I heard the light hiss of the shower starting in Charlotte’s bathroom.
