THE TRUTH ABOUT LUCY

by MIMI WILDE

  “I know you’ve never eaten pussy before, baby,” Lucy said. “But I’m going to teach you to like it.”

  Sylvia wasn’t as tentative as Eddie or Troy. Sylvia pushed her face into Lucy’s pussy. Her tongue thrust into her and Lucy cried out softly. Sylvia was inexperienced but she made up for it with enthusiasm. She wanted to make Lucy happy. Lucy slipped back in her chair as she felt Sylvia swallowing her juice.

  Sylvia’s tongue brushed her clitty and Lucy nearly jumped off the chair. It was nice, it was really nice. It wasn’t earth shattering. It didn’t give her everything she needed, but it was damn sure nice.

  Lucy relaxed in the chair and let the sweet spasms rock her. Her orgasm was gentle, sweet, and it left her feeling a little rubbery. She kept her hands on the back of Sylvia’s head until Sylvia licked up the rest of her juices.

  “That’s so nice, cousin,” Lucy said.

  Sylvia moved her head back, still licking her lips. Lucy straightened up and opened her eyes and found herself looking into the amused face of one of the best looking men she had ever seen. He stood in the doorway of Digger’s old office. He was well over six foot, broad-shouldered and trim.

  “I thought that door was locked too,” Lucy said calmly.

  “Adam Pease gave me a key. I’m glad he did. I wouldn’t have missed this. I’m Max Genaro, by the way. Your new boss.”

  “Welcome to Fort Bell, Mr. Genaro,” Lucy said.