Mr Wood goes down on you.

Mr. Wood frees his cock from your wet mouth with a "pop" of broken suction. He runs the head of his cock around your lips a few times and you stick out your tongue, inviting him back into the warmth. You can see he wants to keep fucking your mouth, but something else takes over.

"It's my turn," he says. "Sit up."

He pulls his shirt over his head and stands naked before you.

You roll around on the couch and sit upright, your legs apart and the top of your head again showing out the window.

Mr. Wood grins and kneels down between your parted thighs. He gently pulls you to the edge of the couch. He plants a deep kiss on your lips, your tongues dancing from one mouth to the other. He kisses down your chin and down your neck. He kisses lower and lower, paying special attention to your big tits. His tongue feels fire-hot on your flesh and his saliva darkens what little fabric covers your nipples.

The sensation of the older man ravishing your body with his mouth is too much. You forget about Sara Cleft pounding on the door and throw back your head. Caught up in the moment you pull off your bikini top, snapping the string in the process.

"Guess we'll both have to go skinny dipping," Mr. Wood chuckles and sucks one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth.

He teases your swollen nipples with his tongue and sucks on each in turn until you can hardly stand it. His kisses rove lower, until you can feel his hot breath against your wet slit. His tongue makes contact with your clit and you moan with each long lick.

Mr. Wood's rough tongue makes you want to scream as it travels up and down your cunny, drinking your juices and teasing your hard clit.

"Oh God," you gasp, your hands on his head, your fingers laced through his thinning hair.

"Joy?" Mrs. Cleft calls. "Roseanne? Is that you in there?"

You writhe beneath Mr. Wood's expert tongue. It squirms up and down your slit and he sucks your clit between his lips. You're gasping with pleasure, your orgasm fast approaching, when you notice the barely-audible click of the door handle turning.

Oh, God! did you remember to lock the door? You can't imagine the sight that Mrs. Cleft would see if she walked in. Her neighbor's 18 year old daughter, naked on the couch, pregnant, with her legs spread wide as can be and the old retired man from across the street eating her pussy. What a nightmare!