"A freight train?" Susan repeated as a question while slowly unbuttoning her blouse. The neck of her shirt now gaping open, revealing the white lace of her bra against the tanned swell of her breast. "I didn't notice any tracks on our way in." She slipped the shirt off of her toned arms and moved to kneel between your feet, pushing your knees apart to make room for her between them.

The soft zzzziiipppp of your fly sounded like thunder in the now silent apartment, with the only other sound Anita's gentle breathing. Before you had a chance to process this all and react, Susan had your cock in her hand and was stroking you masterfully, holding a finger to her lips in the universal sign for silence. And then, you found yourself looking at the red crown of her head as she took you into her mouth and began to suck. Anita stirred, her arm flopping across your stomach, mere inches from Susan's smiling eyes. She took you deeper into her mouth, and deeper, until her lips were buried in your pubic hair.