She was obviously turned on by what she had witnessed so far and began to slowly circle her erect clit with a manicured finger. My stomach was a flutter with anticipation and my pussy was flowing like a river. I watched as Max laid his head on Helen’s shoulder while filling her with his cum and I knew exactly what she was experiencing at that very moment. “I’m ok…Yes, tomato is fine.”
But I wasn’t ok. Oooooooo…Yes, that’s a good boy. She made a quiet whimper then the flood gates opened. ‘Wow this is good,’ I thought as he continued to lap at my now rock hard nipple. Max bought me back to the present when his broad wet tongue ran up the length of my dripping vagina. ***
I sat in Helen’s kitchen, watching her make us some sandwiches while she explained her current situation with her husband Henry. And once again I was in the throes of ecstasy in front of Helen. I was beginning to believe it was possible to die from too much pleasure, gasping for air just to stay conscious. Helen must have moved it before she went…where? I woke up the next morning, had some breakfast, put on one of the new bikinis I had just bought along with a loose tank top and shorts.
