"Well, don't you want to eat me, Amy?" she murmured softly. "Didn't that taste good… my pussy on my finger?"

"But Dan might."

"You weren't concerned when I licked you, Amy," Linda said, her voice seductive. "You didn't care if my son came in and saw me

tongue fucking you. Is there a difference? Or have you been teasing, bull shitting, all along about our sons?"

"Linda, you don't care if Dan catches us? Have you told him what we're doing with each other?"

Linda shook her head. "No, of course not."

"You don't mind if your son sees you eating-my cunt?"

"Not at all." Linda smiled wickedly. "I think Dan would find it exciting. Perhaps you'd get fucked by him… the way you want. That is, unless you're all talk, Amy."

Linda could see indecision written on Amy's face. She was sure that Amy had been all talk, that she found it exciting to talk about fucking their sons, though she wouldn't do it at all.

Dropping her skirt, she stood up.

"Well, I guess it's time to prepare lunch for Dan." She smoothed her skirt over her hips. "He should be home in a bit. Plenty of time to lick my cunt, though." She turned her back to Amy and lifted her dress, revealing the creamy swells of her inviting ass. Shaking her ass at Amy, she started to let the skirt fall down. Amy shot her hand out and held the skirt at her waist. Linda looked over her shoulder at her friend.

Amy pressed her lips against the heat of Linda's ass cheek, kissing wantonly and running

her tongue out, tasting the sweetness of the round ass.

"Change your mind?" Linda asked writhing her ass into Amy's face.

"I.. I don't know, Linda," Amy murmured.