Chapter 74

“Open your legs,” Ken murmured from somewhere between Mrs. Fanny’s thighs.

“Oh Ken you know I would always open it the way you love it.” Mrs. Fanny whispered, opening her mouth as she stretched her legs."

"She yanked her legs so wide that there was no difference between her legs and a scissors being parted; they were almost touching the edges of the bed frame, unveiling her cute, pale, well shaven vagina and flashing it before the impatient eyes of Ken. He smacked his lips, feeling pulled to the delicate organ.

But before any other move he would want to do one thing.

He picked the remote on the table, turned on the C D player and the sonorous voice of an urban Spanish Blues singer crushed across the room. He wasn’t done surprising her- he opened the fridge, got a plate of ice, picked a block and put it between his lips and she tittered, following his moves with her eyes, as he tweaked his waste to the Blues while he undressed himself, his T-shirt and pant were off him and he