Helen gets home

By the time Helen gets home, I have watched the video again. I am in a fog of lust and envy.

I hear the car arrive and then the door opens and she enters, looking tired and happy. I take her coat and she goes straight upstairs. Not a word is said. She strips, lies on the bed and I clean her pussy with my tongue. Once clean, I keep licking to sooth her obviously battered and bruised pussy. It feels like an act of devotion love and I am proud I can do this for her.

Eventually she pushes my head away and still with not a word said she goes to the bathroom to shower. I go downstairs and start cooking dinner.

Eventually she comes down, and to emphasise the point and tease me, the sexy minx is wearing her gym outfit. "Did you record it?"

"Yes"

"Good, we can watch it together after dinner"

God, I love this goddess.