I  GOT  A  CALL

                 A few weekends ago, I got a call too fix the sink of a friend I hang with from an earlier piece I wrote (LOSING THE BET). I knock on her screen and a muffled voice yells too "come in". What I saw put my cock on rock Damn near instantly. On hands, elbows and knees, one of the women who watched, with silky loose boy shorts and cut off tank top. Beautiful was her ass in position or on display, head under sink. While her sexy honeypot showed me her vertical smile. Looking so edibly inviting, I bent down kissing each cheek then pressed my lips too her honeypot. When hips moved, I heard a  moan echo under the sink. That kiss too honeypot made sweet lips bloom, visible nipples grew rigid. I pull the crotch too one side and licked delicious honey top too bottom. With a squeal of delight and her dropping tools and squirming, I sucked her clit lovingly. Pushing hips back against face, nose got buried between cheeks. During a tasty orgasm, hot thang squirted. Hearing the beeps in my head, backing out from under sink she stood, took off the shorts telling me too strip. Standing over with honey dipping, pipe was pointed right at her. Slowly impaling herself too stiff me, she rose and fell then picked up speed. After thirty minutes we moaned, panted and grunted, both on the verge. Awesomely we exploded together, she yelled loudly from each orgasmic wave. I shot jets of ism like a fountain in Las Vegas. With no words she waved at me and went upstairs and I went home Spent. But that next morning, I got a call.









                      Sir Lancelott