She could see the disappointment in his eyes. Well, let him stew a few minutes, she thought. The hotter he was, the better it would be for her. She thought of going go the john to freshen her pussy a bit, but then she decided tonight Stanley would get it as it was. Hot and juicy and a bit sweaty after the evening's activities. Good for gobbling, she thought. She quivered as she thought of his tongue in there.

She finally let him go down on her.

"You can do it now if you want." She sat down in one of the easy chairs, pulled her skirt up and raised one knee to expose her pussy.

Stanley's eyes turned hot and he immediately went down on his knees in front of her. She ran her fingers through her cuntbush and smiled at him. "Hurry, darling."

He moved in like a hungry puppy. She moaned at the first touch of his tongue in her slit. God, how she loved it. She opened it for him. Her gash was a mess of hot juices, but Stanley obviously adored it and she wouldn't argue with him about it. She couldn't understand how a man could enjoy sucking a slimy cunt. All that sticky stuff down there, some of it already turned into a white froth.

She watched his tongue as he licked her. She watched him scoop the goo out of her snatch and swallow it down. She stroked his head to encourage him. She told him she loved it and that was certainly true. She kept him down there until she came. She came on his face, her thighs closing around his ears as a fresh batch of juice gushed out of her pussy to cover his mouth.

After that he wanted to fuck her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at her. "Come on, Helen, let's go in the bedroom."

"Aren't you comfortable here?"

"I want you on a bed."

She put her legs down and covered her knees with her skirt. "Darling, I don't know if I want to."

"But why not?"

"You always ask that. I don't think I'm in the mood that's all. I don't like to do it when I'm not in the mood for it."