" The blonde chuckled throatily." The blonde chuckled throatily. "Fuck, honey, what guy wouldn't like that kind of job?" "Well, I'll bet my Mark wouldn't complain!" Janet replied with a laugh. "I'm not sure, though. I don't know if I could hold out on him if he wanted to make love." "Well, maybe, but I'll tell you something," Laura said after finishing off her coffee and helping herself to another cup. "Sugar, it ain't only the guy that gets buggy waiting around for the right time. Shit, I've finger-fucked my poor pussy more in the past week than I did in a whole month back before I was married." Janet belched a shocked laugh and felt her face blush. It was still possible for the blonde to embarrass her, but Janet didn't really mind. Actually, she found she was enjoying Laura's company. She was over the initial nervousness of being around the wife of the man she had sucked off. She could well imagine a time in the near future when she might even tell Laura about the mouthful of cum she had sucked out of Bob's over-filled balls. The notion that Laura may not be getting all she expects from Bob in the coming weekend amused Janet, but Laura didn't ask her to explain her grin. Instead, the two women chatted through another cup of coffee. Gradually, their conversation became more and more intimate and personal, with a strange uneasiness settling over Janet. She couldn't explain it at first, but then she realized that the older woman was eyeing her, especially her partially exposed tit, in a leering, almost mannish way. "You're a beautiful girl, Janet," Laura said during a lull in their conversation. "I'm sure Mark knows what a lucky man he is." Now Janet was blushing, but not like before. Suddenly, Laura reached a hand across the small dinette and covered Janet's left hand with her own. Janet froze, her eyes locked on the blonde's direct, steady gaze. Janet tried a weak giggle as she pulled her hand free. "I guess I'd better do these dishes, or they'll be sitting here when Mark gets home." She stood and began clearing away the dishes, trying not to act as awkward as she suddenly felt. She turned away and carried the plates and silverware to the sink. Just as she bent to open the dishwasher, she felt Laura's arms circle her waist. |