Neal never sucked her pussy because and she wouldn't suck his cock. Well, fuck Neal. And fuck Bernie, too. She did it only to keep her job.

Bernie's tongue licked slowly up and down her pussy. He never rushed it. He always acted like he wanted it to last forever.

He kept stroking her nylon-covered legs with his hands. She was always amused at the way he liked to see her in a garter belt and nylons. Men were so easy to turn on if a girl knew what they wanted.

She suddenly wished she could piss on Bernie's face. How nice it would be to piss on the old bastard's face. Or on anyone's face. She hoped he was getting a good whiff of her cunt. Go on, smell it, you old fuck.

She held her right tit now. She rolled her nipple with her fingers as she watched him suck her snatch.

Then he looked up at her, his tongue still in her pussy. She smiled down at him and rolled her eyes to feign excitement. She told him he was a marvelous lover. "You really do it for me, Mr. Perkins."

He pulled his tongue out of her cunt and said he hoped she didn't mind that he didn't fuck her. "I don't even do it to my wife any more."

Myrna batted her eyes at his. "Oh, I don't mind. I'd love it if you did, but this is just as good."

He said he was crazy about her pussy. His eyes glittered as he rubbed her legs with his hands. She could see signs of her cuntjuice on his lips and chin. What a horny old fuck he was.

Then he buried his face in her snatch again. She spread her legs wider this time. She rubbed his bald head as he worked his tongue in her gash. She humped her pussy at his face and told herself well, all right, you'll make it today, you'll get your buzzer off. She pushed her clit at his nose, rubbing her little knob against his pointed beak.