I was well into the fantasy with my eyes closed when I heard a feint knock on the door. I so wanted to touch and taste her right then. Cathy walked towards the bed and stood the other side. My hand started to stroke my still erect cock with small movements. You could tell that it was not her favorite flavor but she did not stop until it was all clean and my torso glistened with her saliva. I also found that the erotic story sites were almost as exciting as the pictures. “Stop!”
Cathy laughed and let go of Vicky’s head and it flew back up with the resisting pressure she was using. “Hurry up then I wanna get dressed and go to the mall.”
I looked at Vicky; her face could not be more beetroot than a beetroot itself. Should I let Vicky kiss my lips or my cock?”
I saw a smile form on Cathy’s lips as Vicky’s soft voice was pleading lips.
