He should eat her pussy

Greg breathed deeply, and swallowed. "He should eat your pussy."

Katie closed her eyes and smiled lightly. Jared looked at Katie, almost waiting to be told not to continue, but there was no such indication. He slid his fingers out of her pussy, and brought them to her mouth. She sucked his fingers clean, the taste of her own pussy filling her mouth. Jared then bent down, and got onto his knees. Katie spread her legs a little to give Jared more space.

Greg was still very close to Katie's face, and he could smell her sex. "He just put his pussy-drenched fingers in my mouth. My mouth tastes of my own pussy." She licked her lips. "Can you smell it?"

Greg nodded, silently.

"Can you taste it?"

Greg shook his head. He leaned in closer to Katie, the smell intensifying. His face was very close to hers, and if he had the intention, he could simply lean in and kiss her open mouth. But just breathed, inhaled her scent, and touched her lips with his finger.

Jared's head was now between Katie's legs. With one hand, he fingered the top of her pussy while underneath, his tongue penetrated her labia. He licked, bit, and pulled on the flesh of her cunt, occasionally interspersing an eager finger or two between laps of his tongue.

Katie writhed with ecstasy, and some of her movements brought her in closer contact with Greg. She lowered her arms -- her right onto Greg's shoulder, her left onto Jared's head. With her left hand, she fondled Jared's hair, and half-steered his head as he fellated her. She bit her lip. The fingers of her right hand idly moved toward the buttons on Greg's shirt, and without even looking, she undid them one by one, all the way to the bottom.

She used her right hand to push aside the shirt, touching Greg's chest. He had a lot of chest hair, most of it gray like that on his head. He was remarkably fit for a man his age, and Katie admired the maturity. She touched his shoulders, his neck, all very muscular. She turned her head toward him.

"He's licking my pussy, he's eating me out, and I'm dripping all over him."

Greg nodded and breathed deeply. Her hand drifted down to his belt, past it, and she touched the front of his pants. She could feel his cock there, already very hard. She gave it a little squeeze, and said, "What should he do next?"