You are online late one night. We are chatting back and forth. You're able to get online that late because the wife is out of town for a funeral and she took the kids with her. You had to stay because of work. You don't seem too upset to be home alone.
Like always, our conversation quickly becomes heated. My cam isn't on because I broke it the other night when I fell out of my chair. And you left yours at work so all we have is our imagination. It's no big deal because we both have very vivid imaginations. I tell you that if I could only be there, I would be in your lap right now. You agree and laughingly tell me that I was more than welcome to come over since you are all alone for the next few days.
We finish the 'conversation' online and logoff to go to bed. You fall asleep with the thought that you'd get to see me next week....
You wake up in the middle of the night. You aren't quite sure what it was but you decide to go look around. You grab your pants and head out into the house, looking into the bedrooms as you go. Nothing. Checking the living room gives no more clues. Then you hit the kitchen. You hear a noise as you come around the corner and jerk to a stop.
There on the kitchen table is a naked woman with a head buried in-between her thighs. The woman on the table is writhing and jerking, trying to shove the head between her legs closer. You slowly move forward to get a better view. You hear her say, "Lick that pussy," and it shoots a spark of desire thru you, and you are instantly rock hard.
Now you're close enough to see more clearly. The woman on the table is very pretty and she doesn't look that old to you. Her nipples are rock hard from her own pinching and pulling. Her long legs are opening and closing as she is being licked. Hands reach up from the person eating her to hold them still. Your face turns down to the person in-between her legs. That hair looks familiar. Then you hear a muffled voice, "You taste so good baby," and you gasp.
I jerk my head from between her thighs, her cum still all over my face, and stare at you, grinning. "It's about time you got up. I think I may need some help over here." You are just staring, unbelieving, that we are in your kitchen.