“NO!” she replied, laughing. “Oh, yes, I love doing that!” she answered, and immediately licked her hand clean. Normally we’d chat for a little while each morning before she had to take Susan to school (because Susan wasn’t old enough to drive, and couldn’t stand taking the bus), so I went to my computer and saw she was already logged on. “Oh, yes, I love doing that!” she answered, and immediately licked her hand clean. She kept rubbing furiously at her clit, legs shaking and twitching. Her eyes were trying to close, but she was fighting to keep them open so she could watch me. “Oh, shit, that’s hot!” Gwen panted. I loved that pout! How big is it?”
“Almost 7” long,” I replied, proudly, “and about 5 ½” around. “You want to watch me play with myself?” I asked. Finally it was 7:30, time for Ingrid to go to work.
