Let her

"Sure," you say. It feels a little messy down there, and plus, you want Emily's mother between your legs again.

Liz smirks. "Alright, Hayley," she says. She's on her knees and pushes you up against the cement wall. It's cool on your ass, just like the dryer was, but it's refreshing. Your whole body is so hot, it could use a cool down.

Then Liz's tongue is between your legs. She starts by kissing and licking the insides of your thighs, where there's only a small amount of wetness. Then she starts with the long, slow strokes of her tongue across your labia. You're **** to groan-- though you try to be quiet, given that you don't know if anyone is still upstairs. You bite down hard on your lip, to the point that you're nearly drawing blood.

Liz jumps to her feet again. "All done!" she says.

You stagger back, shaking your head. "What do you mean?" you say. Looking down at your pussy, you can _definitely _tell it's still wet. "I don't understand."

Liz draws you in for a deep kiss, and you can taste yourself on her tongue. "Always leave them wanting more, Hayley," she says. It's half a tease and half actual advice, you think. "That's my best tip for making sure your lovers always come back." She skips over to where your pants and panties were thrown on the ground, near the stairs, and then hands them back to you. "I have a proposition for you," she says.

"Yes," you answer immediately. No point in waiting for the details. You just want more.

"Don't be so quick to answer!" Liz says. "It's not just about me."

"What do you mean?" you say.

"I want you to sleep with my husband," says Emily's mother.

You splutter. "What?"

"I get lots outside the house. He doesn't know about that, obviously, but sometimes I feel bad. Some nice young girl coming along and fucking him would make him feel so good." She pouts, like a puppy that wants something. Her hands are warm and soft as they wrap around your own. A finger strokes the inside of your palm gently. "Please, Hayley?"