Halfway There, Part Three
Once again, I couldn’t manage to relax until the three had left the room. For all my humiliation in the bathroom, I wound up lying back in an armchair, legs up, with Macy licking my pussy. So, ah, yeah. Guess it was worth it.
Flint had ducked into the shower and Lida was over on the couch. We were attempting to maintain some kind of a conversation. Please don’t ask me why. I guess I thought at the time that it would be a totally polite thing to do. So, I tried my hardest to talk to Lida despite the fact that there was totally a pretty girl on her knees and eating my pussy.
When Flint came out of the shower, I was still relatively coherent, all things considered.
“How’s she doing?” he asked.
I sucked in a breath. “G…good.”
“Really?” He took a seat on the couch. “Let me know. Could she be doing better?”
“N…no,” I stammered out, “she’s doing good."
I guess I was raised not to criticize gifts, I don’t know, but I felt awkward saying anything negative about a person when their mouth was right on my clitoris. She was doing pretty well, but I wasn’t about to point anything out in the position I was in.
"Really?”
I nodded. “R…really.”