When Joanna finally left the bed, Charlie was on his back with his eyes on the television screen. They were by no means finished. They would fuck again, but first Joanna would mix some fresh drinks and do a little dressing up for a change of pace.

She took the things she needed with her to one of the other bedrooms. The idea was to surprise Charlie and turn him on. Men liked variety, Joanna had learned that over the years, and after ten years with Charlie she knew what turned him on.

She washed and dried her pussy, put on fresh make-up, and then she slipped into a lace garter belt and dark nylons and four-inch heels.

Standing before a full length wardrobe mirror, she surveyed her body, hefted her tits in her hands and ran her palms over her asscheeks. Her fingers finally stopped between her thighs to tease her cuntlips. She was wet again. Donning the garter belt and nylons had done that. She pushed two fingers inside her cunthole, stretched her pussy-mouth, and leaned forward to kiss her reflection.

Nasty girl! she thought, but she loved doing it, loved pressing her naked tits against the cool glass and kissing herself.

Leaving the room at last, Joanna moved to the kitchen to find some fresh ice for their drinks. Moments later she stood before Charlie with two fresh glasses of scotch and soda and a smile at the lust in his eyes.

"Fresh drinks and fresh pussy," she said.

Charlie grinned. "Come over here and I'll suck it."

She climbed over him. She knew how erotic she looked with her dark hairy bush framed by a black lace garter belt and smoky nylons. She settled her cunt over his face and he began sucking the cream out of her gash.

After a while they rolled over so that Charlie was on top. He straddled her, his mouth glued to her cunt and his cock and balls hanging over her face.