The air was humid and still warm, with it being early September. I walked up the steps to the white painted porch and hit the doorbell. The familiar sound reverberated throughout the empty house, and soon enough, she blowjob was there. Bella opened the door with a smile, one that almost melted my soul, and I looked over her. Her hair was down today, waves flowing freely across her shoulders and back, and her face seemed to glow. She had a tight dark grey Under Armour shirt on that seemed designed to show off her amazing boobs. Farther down, she had on black leggings that threesome cling to every crevice of her sexy, strong legs. I finally reached her bare feet when she laughed at me, “Do you want to come in or drool from there?” I broke out of my reverie and walked into the spacious foyer, kicking my asstomouth Vans off on the way. She led me to the den, where we usually hung out. The TV was on, with SportCenter currently talking about the upcoming World Cup. She offered me a drink, anal which I agreed to, and she set off as I sat down. I tried watching the TV, but the excitement hiding inside was too much for me to focus. “Not a soccer fan?” She smiled from the doorway a minute or so later, knowing I wasn’t.“Nah,” I smiled back, taking the water, “They’re just babies anyway.” She laughed, “Babies, huh? Are we in third grade?” I laughed back with her, “What am I supposed to call them? Pussies?” “Oh yeah,” she fired back, “because you know so much about pussy.” Our laughter slowly died down as we remembered the purpose of my trip. I sensed the nervousness in the room, from both of us, and I attempted to deflect it, “Bella, you know we don’t stockings have-“ She cut me off, “I want to Zach, I do.” “Okay,” I said slowly, “should we... undress?” “No,” she nervously replied, my hopes free falling inside me, “Not here. Let’s go to my room.” She stood up, holding out her hand for me to follow. I grabbed on, cherishing her soft yet firm grasp, and followed her up the carpeted stairs. I didn’t pay attention to where we were going, I was instead focused on her firm ass swaying softly in her tight leggings just begging to be touched. I put a generous amount of saliva on it before allowing her to return her hand to my dick. She had her hand on her hairless mound and was slowly rubbing her finger over the fleshy fold at the top of her pussy. Dave turned to see his wife running up with Patricia in tow. It did not quite manage to conceal the tops of her black stockings, and above the stocking tops, when she moved, there was a glimmer of bare pale creamy thigh flesh, divided by a hint of suspender straps. With Gail moving in permanently stockings and taking up space in the second bedroom, but my bed at night, things settled down to a rhythm of life. I did this. “Would you put the lamp in the window darling – near the curtains”? You were gone and good riddance. “I love you asstomouth too. He blowjob felt like he was sliding into an oven. Isobel strokes her face in approval and kisses her in the moment. I’ve had more fun with you in this short time than all the time I worked for the Kraft people. “I’d much rather be locked in my bedroom with my new boyfriend” Her eyes smiled and twinkled. This led to a small balcony at the side of her son’s room. But anal the question remained…was it already threesome too late?