With a quick grunt by both, his cock slid inside of her. He lay on top of her, her legs spread wide, welcoming him. He supported himself on his elbows, then lowered his face beside hers into one of the pillows. Slowly, he began thrusting inside of her. Automatically and without passion, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, meeting his thrusts and grunts. She opened her eyes, keeping them unfocused on the ceiling. His cock felt OK inside of her, but ... something was off.

“Oh, fuck me, baby,” she moaned, trying to send a jolt of electricity between them.

He grunted in return, mumbling, “Don’t talk ... just ... don’t talk...”

His pace quickened, then he stiffened and let out another grunt as his cock erupted inside of her. Without a word, he rolled off her and quickly fell into a snoring.

She continued staring at the ceiling, eyes unfocused.

She awoke with a start, letting out a sharp gasp.

She opened her eyes, looking around the room. It seemed ... unfamiliar. It was her room, but the few possessions did not seem familiar. The table lamp, the bed, the dresser, the mirror, and even the carpet did not seem right.

Smell. She knew that encouraged the senses. She pulled the floral blankets up to her and inhaled. They smelled freshly washed, but she did not remember doing laundry recently. So much for that.

Moving her arms and legs around, she explored the bed with her sense of touch. She was by herself. She searched her memory. Had there not been a man last night? The rest of the sheets felt cool; there was no sign that the weight of another body had lay on the mattress. She mentally shook her head. Was he a dream?

She stretched again, then pulled herself to the edge of the bed. On the other side of the room, a full-length mirror hung. Her reflection stared back at her. Her short dark hair was messy, and the oversized T-shirt and sweatpants were unkempt. She gave them both a sniff. They had also recently been washed. Someone was doing the laundry; she could not remember if it was her.

With another full-body stretch, she climbed from the bed and stood up, reaching the ceiling with her arms to chase the fatigue from her body. She rubbed her feet on the soft shag carpet, the threads tickling her soul. She was unsure if she had slept well before, her memory still a fuzz. She did not remember waking up in the middle of the night when the man had left.

He had fallen asleep there, right? she asked herself.

She nodded to herself. Yes, she could still hear his snores. Then she remembered lying down, staring at the ceiling. She did not remember falling asleep, and she did not remember the man getting out of bed and leaving.

With a loud exhale, she went into the bathroom. It was a clean bathroom, almost spotless. Again, she did not remember cleaning it, but she would have done an excellent job if she had. The soft blue walls reflected the sunlight perfectly as she grabbed a toothbrush and brushed her teeth. She still could not shake the fuzz out of her mind. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing an unfamiliar face looking back at her. How could her face look so unfamiliar, she wondered to herself.

She squinted at herself as she brushed, her dark eyes exploring her face. She was delighted with the face which looked back at her. She found some of the morning, sleepy fuzz lifting from her mind, but she still could not remember the simple things as she searched for her memories. Who was the man there last night? What was his name? Were they a thing? She tried to remember other things about her life. What city did she live in? Where had she been born? Did she have brothers? Sisters? Who were her friends? Where did she work? She was not sure she could even remember her damn name!

Sandy! That was it! Right? Yes, it was Sandy. Or at least something like that. Then she settled on it as she spit the toothpaste out and rinsed her mouth. Her name was Sandy—or at least something like that. Good grief, her mind was a fog.

With another yawn, she began undressing for her shower. After hanging her clothes on a hook on the door, she paused at the full-length bathroom mirror to study her naked body. She put her hands on her hips and nodded, looking herself over as if for the first time.

She was happy with the image the mirror reflected. She could see that she was fit but with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were nice, firm – solid Cs, if she had to guess. Why did she have to think, she wondered to herself. It seems like something she should have known. She pursed her lips and nodded to herself as she found that her vagina was fully shaven – once again, this was something that should not have been a surprise, but it seemed like another mystery unwrapped. Biting her lower lip, she slid a finger into herself and pulled it out, examining it. No cum. Would a man’s cum still be inside her the morning after, she wondered. She opened and closed her mouth as if trying to catch answers with her lips, the frustration at not knowing the simple things building. She let out another sigh and shook her head. She knew she could not get pregnant – that was one thing she did know for sure!

Sandy swiveled and twisted her head to get a look at her butt. She found it friendly and firm, nice and round. Finally, she began slowly turning on the floor, trying to look at her body as a whole. Sandy discovered she had no unique markings or tattoos. She found herself pretty enough – but everything seemed “there,” plain, not so exceptional.

With another long-drawn-out sigh, she shook her head and climbed into the shower.

The rest of the day flew by. She barely remembered what she had done. Everything seemed a blur. After an unmemorable, unremarkable, and unfulfilling job, she ran a few miles—she recalled that she loved to run. She silently cursed herself as she climbed into the shower again that day for wasting water.

That evening, she sat on her back porch, watching the sun go down. She tried to collect her thoughts and knowledge. She still knew nothing about herself—well, hardly anything. She had a house; she had a porch. It sat atop a small steep hill, an apartment complex down below, with the back of the five-story building facing her backyard. The red-bricked building was close enough to see many windows facing her, enabling her to watch the people going about their daily lives.

She watched them this evening as she sipped her tea. There was the single guy, the single girl, the girl roomies, the male roomies, the couple.

Her interactions with them were few. Sometimes, they would call out a hello to her. Sometimes, she would wave to one if they caught each other’s eyes. Smiles and nods were exchanged freely, but words rarely were.

Tonight, she watched them all from her porch as she gave her teacup another sip, watching each in their little worlds live their lives. Some read, some watched TV, and some talked to each other. She watched as, one by one, they turned in for the night. The young couple kissed each other quickly, saying good night. The middle-aged couple did the same. The lights were turned off, sinking them into darkness as she wondered if they knew who they were.

With a sigh, she removed her day’s clothes and put on her night’s clothes, crawling into bed and turning off the light. She stared at the ceiling, her mind running a million miles a minute, unable to sleep.

She slid her hand under the band of her sweatpants, softly running her fingers over her pussy.

Nope. Dry.

She slid her fingers between her lips, exploring.

Nope. Still dry.

With a sigh, she turned on her side to her nightstand, opening it for the tube of lube.

Nope. Empty.

With a frustrated sigh, she rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, eyes unfocused.

Days into weeks into months. The same thing, day after day. It was all a blur. The days went by without meaning, without change, without events. Wake up, run, shower, work, and stare at the neighbors’ windows. Their lives are the same – never changing, day running into day. Each ended with her staring at the ceiling, eyes unfocused. Each began with her wondering who she was.

She did remember one time a few weeks ago, as she was weeding by the back fence, she saw the single guy standing on his balcony in his boxers. She had been bent over, trying to pry a particularly stubborn weed from the ground. Her back had been to him, but she could almost feel his eyes on her. She guessed her shorts showed off a little bit more than she wanted, as she saw the unmistakable outline of his erection when she turned and noticed him staring at her, both letting out a gasp. Sandy gave him an awkward wave; he answered with an uncomfortable nod and quickly entered his apartment.

One night, she let out a start as she stared at the ceiling. There was an unfamiliar noise. It seemed to come from her house. A faint light came from under her bedroom door. Had she forgotten to turn off the living room light? She was about to dismiss it all and drift into the unfocused world again when she heard a slight noise. Was it a giggle? What!

With a curse, she realized her phone was in the living room with ... whatever or whoever was out there. She needed a weapon but had none. So, she picked up a running sneaker. She slowly, quietly moved towards the bedroom door and pressed her ear against it. Yes. She could hear something out there. A steamy hissy sound. And ... giggling?

She wondered what to do. Wait until they leave? They could stay in here forever, for all she knew.

Try to lock herself in the bedroom? No, the lock did not work.

Yell for help? The apartment was not THAT close.

She gulped, closed her eyes, and slowly opened the door.

“Hello, Sandy, dear!” a bright, chipper voice rang out.

Sandy let out a scream and yelp.

She opened her eyes. Standing in her living room, near the kitchen, was a woman. She almost seemed to ... glow. She had dirty blonde brown hair, which she kept in a short, wild main. Her eyes, a pure blue, seemed to shine and sparkle, as did her soothing smile. Her dress seemed to move. It was a bright green, dirty brown dress, bare below her shoulders and under her hips. Every time Sandy tried to focus her eyes on the dress, it seemed to move within her vision, becoming concentrated in some areas and fuzzy in others, almost moving like a painted squiggly line over the woman’s body. Her feet were bare.

The woman cocked her head, and Sandy smiled. A scream tore through the apartment, and Sandy let out another panicked yelp.

“AH, that would be the tea!” the woman said, gliding into the kitchen.

Tepidly, Sandy walked from the bedroom, keeping her eyes on the woman. “Who ... who are you?”

The woman giggled. “I am so sorry, how rude of me!” She lightly skipped over to Sandy and held out a gentle hand. “You can call me Mo!” she said gently. Against herself, Sandy felt soothed by the smile.

She took Mo’s hand and shook it gently. Mo looked Sandy in the eyes, still smiling, then brought Sandy’s hand up to her lips, kissing it softly.

With a giggle, Mo dropped Sandy’s hand and glided back into the kitchen. “I know you like tea! I know you love tea! You will love my tea!” She bent to the lazy Susan. “I just need the right amount of honey...”

Sandy could not help but look. She felt a small stir as a beautiful, round butt peaked from under Mo’s squiggly, moving dress. It was one of the most perfect butts she had ever seen, presented to her with no worries in the world.

Sandy shook off the thought. “It ... uh ... the honey is in the upper cabinet. To your left.”

Mo nodded, turning to the cabinet and standing on her tiptoes, searching. Her dress thing rode up, again giving Sandy a view of her wonderful tushy.

“Ah-ha!” Mo said, pulling a jar of golden delight from the cupboard. She opened the lid, stuck a finger inside, and licked her finger lovingly with a loud smack of her lips. “Perfect,” she said with a smile, reaching a spoon inside and emptying the contents into two steaming cups. She handed one to Sandy, taking the other herself. “The perfect cup of tea, I guarantee,” she said with a smile.

Sandy sipped. Her eyebrows shot up, and she sipped again. It damn well was a perfect cup of tea.

Mo glided across the kitchen floor and sat gracefully at the kitchen table.

Sandy walked behind her. Mo patted a seat beside her, eyebrows up, that comforting smile still on her face as she took sips of the tea.

Sandy sat beside her and took a sip from her cup. “Listen, I do appreciate a good cup of tea, but what the fuck?”

Mo giggled. “Still the potty mouth!”

“Still! I do not even know you!”

“Silly. You do not even know you.”

Sandy froze.

Mo looked at her in the eyes, eyes, and mouth, still smiling. “Sandy, love. I know you. I know about you. You long, lonely days. Your long, loveless nights. The last time you made love, it was not making love but the act of sex. It was not satisfaction.”

Sandy gulped. “No. I guess not. But ... that is who I am.”

Mo shook her head slowly, reaching her hand over and placing it softly on Sandy’s cheek. “Love, which is not who you are. Not at all. You love to love. You ARE love.” Mo’s fingers danced softly on the side of her face as the mystery girl looked Sandy deep in her eyes, silence between the two for several moments. “I know you do not feel yourself there, but I see you there. You are not lost from me in my eyes, but you are close,” she whispered. “I want to help you find you again. You are critical to a lot of people. You are critical to me.”

Sandy was silent for a moment, lost in the girl’s eyes. “But ... how?”

Mo smiled a bright, toothy grin. “By giving you the most wonderful orgasm of your life!”

Sandy almost knocked over her tea. “Oh! Um ... oh. Ummm...” She looked the girl in the eyes again. “Who the fuck ARE you???!!???”

Mo smiled. “I am Mo!” she said in a bright chirp.

Sandy sighed long and looked at her cup of tea, blinking tight. “This is some good stuff, but it is starting to knock me out,” she said quietly.

Mo giggled. “Something to help us sleep.” Mo smiled and shook her head. “I know, I promised you a good cum, but that will not happen tonight. Tonight, we relax and sleep a good, deep sleep.” She held out her hand. “Come. Come to bed.”

Tepidly, Sandy allowed her hand to fall in Mo’s. Without a word, Mo stood, gently pulling Sandy behind her to the bedroom. Sandy swore the girl’s squiggly dress thing was disappearing.

Sandy watched the girl climb into bed, lying on her side in the darkness. Sandy was not sure if it was the lack of light or what, but she swore the dress was gone. Mo patted the spot in the bed beside her. Sandy began to crawl in when Mo spoke up.

“No. Without the clothes, please.”

“I always sleep in these.”

“I know. But nudity is freedom. We will better be able to sleep without the confines of clothes.”

Sandy gulped. “OK,” she said, quickly and quietly removing her t-shirt and sweatpants before quickly climbing into bed and under the sheets.

Mo giggled. “We have a little work to do, but I understand love.” She kissed Sandy on the forehead. “Sweet dreams, love. Until the morning.”

Sandy fell asleep almost immediately.

The chirping of birds awoke Sandy the following day. She moved slightly, then realized an arm was wrapped around her. She moved her head slightly, finding Mo spooning her, her body pressed tightly against Sandy’s, the girl’s head resting lightly on Sandy’s neck and shoulder.

Sandy let out a small gulp. Mo’s body felt fantastic against hers. She could almost feel an energy bouncing between them, a soft, sensual energy she could not describe. She searched her memory. She could not remember if she had ever been attracted to another woman. Yet this morning, she awoke happy in the arms of a woman she barely knew. She felt terrific about it, pleased, very...

She reached between her legs. Why, yes! She could feel the hint of moisture between her lips. She opened her fingers, looking at the juices sticking slightly between them.

She felt the soft peck at her neck and the pair of soft lips breathed softly into her ear. “Good morning, love. I see your sleep has brought a long-lost friend back.”

Sandy craned her neck slightly to look at Mo, who still spooned her tightly. The warmth and tenderness of the girl’s body soothed her. She noticed Mo was looking at Sandy’s moist fingers, a small smile on her face. Sandy cleared her throat.

Mo shook her head. “No. No, love. It is beautiful. So unbelievably beautiful.” The girl leaned over and gave Sandy’s juicy fingers a soft kiss. “So beautiful,” she whispered.

Sandy felt movement behind her and heard Mo moan very softly before she realized what she was doing. Mo bought her fingers from the cover, her wet fingers. Mo giggled. “See! It is contagious.” She softly grasped Sandy’s moistened fingers, intertwining fingers, juices collecting. “The love nectar of your pussy mixing with mine. Love, unlimited, uninhibited.” Mo softly kissed Sandy on the cheek, then, with a laugh, rolled Sandy over so she was on her back, Mo straddling her at the waist, Mo’s hands pinning Sandy’s hands by her head.

With a small gasp, Sandy attempted a lame struggle for a few seconds before submitting with a sigh. She had to admit, she did love the feel of the girl’s body on her.

“Girl.” She looked into her eyes. They were so wise, so elderly, so young. She looked at the rest of her face. No lines, no blemishes – perfect. Yet, somehow, wise and aged. Her body was flawless and natural, yet Mo held herself up like a stately elder. She certainly looked like a young lady and acted like one – but had the air about her of an ancient feeling.

Mo returned her gaze, her every present smiling eye and mouth. She let go of Sandy’s hands and fell gently to the bed on top of her, softly pressing her body into Sandy’s. Planting soft kisses on Sandy’s neck, working to her ears, Mo whispered, “Such delights I have in store for you, love. Such pleasures. You will find you; we will find you. Our journey starts this morning.”

With another peck on her neck, Mo rose from the bed, standing beside it. Sandy saw she wore the squiggly dress and wondered how she got it on so quickly. Except, no ... it was not a dress. Shorts? A sports bar?

“Get your running clothes on, love. We are going for a nice, long run!”

With a grunt and a deep sigh, Sandy came to a stop. She heard Mo let out a satisfied sigh. Twelve miles. She had never run so long in her life. At some point in the run, she had never run so fast. She wondered if Mo was trying to kill her.

Mo softly tossed her a banana from the fruit bowl. Sandy did not remember buying bananas recently. She did not remember getting a fruit bowl. “There are few things more exhilarating than a good run,” Mo said. Sandy nodded in agreement.

Mo finished her banana and began walking towards the bedroom. “Now, let us shower. We have a big day ahead of us!”

She held out her hand.

“Together?” Sandy said with a gulp.

Mo nodded. “We just slept together naked, dear. I think we can handle a shower together.”

Sandy took her hand. She noticed Mo was already nude.

Together, they were in the shower, the warm water dancing off their skin. As Sandy lathered, she watched Mo do the same. The girl closed her eyes, lost in the moment, as she ran her hands over her body, cleansing herself of the morning run. Her face looked so serene, so rested, that same smile still plastered on her face. Sandy stared at her, her hands running over her body absent-mindedly as she watched Mo clean herself and the other girl’s beauty in motion. With a start, she realized her butt was facing her, her voice breaking her concentration.

“Do my back?”

“Sure,” Sandy gulped. She lathered her hands and the washcloth before moving the fabric to the girl’s shoulders. Mo sighed as Sandy softly moved it over her shoulders, upper and lower back.

“Your touch is lovely,” Mo whispered as Sandy watched herself move the cloth just above Mo’s cheeks. “Now let me do you.”

Before Sandy could react, Mo was behind her, her soft hands running over her skin. She did not use a washcloth. She felt her breath grow more profound as the other girl’s hands ran over the back of her body, tenderly washing away the sweat from the run, softly caressing her shoulder, fingers dancing over her lower back. Sandy let out a short, surprised gasp when she felt Mo’s body press against her from behind, the other girl wrapping her arms around her waist, soft lips gently moving over the nape of her neck, barely touching, soft kisses planting seeds of passion.

“Mmmmm, love,” Sandy heard Mo whisper, and then her hands were off her body. Sandy blinked in surprise to see the other girl outside the shower, toweling herself off. You do not want to be in there all day, or you will turn into a prune,” Mo said with a smile. Sandy grabbed a towel and dried herself off.

Several minutes later, the two were at the dinner table, sipping tea.

“Uh ... listen...” Sandy said. She searched her mind on what she wanted to say and finally blurted out, “What the fuck is going on here!”

Mo raised an eyebrow, smiled, and leaned back.

“Sandy, dear, do you ever feel that life is getting out of control?”

Sandy nodded.

“Do you feel like things are moving too fast, live a blur, a day-to-day tedious regime with no beginning, no end? Just the same damn thing, day after day?”

Sandy nodded.

“Do you feel like you have lost touch with other people?”

Sandy nodded.

“Do you sleep well at night?”

Sandy shook her head.

“Do you orgasm regularly?”

Sandy shook her head.

Mo smiled that all-knowing smile. “I will change that.” She leaned forward, looking deep into Sandy’s eyes. “You are so much more than that. You are unique. More unique than you know.” She motioned around her. “The rest of the world is feeling your pain. Life has been moving too fast for the rest of us, too. We feel like we are not getting any rest. We feel like the rest of the world is passing us by when we are all getting passed by.” She paused and sighed. “We all need a good orgasm and sleep.”

“So, what, are you doing this for everyone?”
Mo smiled and nodded. “No. Only for the special ones, dear.”

“What makes me so special?”
“You will have to find that out for yourself.”

Sandy huffed and blew her bangs from her eyes in frustration. “You are an enigma.”

“As are you.” Mo glanced outside. “Let us get on our prettiest dresses and go outside. You have a big, beautiful backyard I would love to see.”

Moments later, they were outside. Mo had on her squiggle dress again. Sandy wore a dark blue sundress that crept up her knees and made a daring dive for her boss. “No undies!” Mo insisted. We are to be free of restraints!”

Together, the pair walked Sandy’s backyard hand in hand. Mo would occasionally stop to admire the flowers, and Sandy would do the same sometimes, other times to pull at an invasive vine creeping in her garden.

“You take such wonderful care!” Mo said.

Sandy shook her head. “I guess I do, but I hardly remember.” She eyed another vine, which was hugging one of her hydrangeas. “Where do these come from!” she asked, bending over at the waist to remove the vine. This vine was particularly stubborn, forcing her on her hands and knees to fight its strangulation.

She heard a little giggle behind her.

Sandy turned, finding her dress had ridden up her waist, her bare butt shining in the waning sun. Her focus shifted to the apartments behind her. The single man was on his balcony, staring hypnotically at her behind.

With a yelp and a gasp, she stood up, facing the man. He was only in his boxers again, the apparent outline of his manhood in his shorts.

“Uh ... I ... uh...”

“Nice cock!” Mo said chipperly.

Sandy turned and stared at her, mouth open, eyes wide.

“Uh ... pardon?’ the man squeaked.

“I said you have a very nice hardon,” Mo said with her all-encompassing smile. She cocked her head to the side, staring at him. “We would love to see it in the flesh,” she said quietly.

“You ... would?” he gulped.

Sandy continued staring at Mo, frozen. Mo looked at her, giggled, put her hand under her chin, and moved her head so she could also face the man. “We absolutely would love to see that beautiful cock, sir,” Mo whispered.

“Would ... would you?” the man asked again quietly, looking Sandy in the eyes.

Eyes wide, Sandy nodded her head.

The man cleared his throat. “Uh ... OK ... I guess if it is all right with you.” He cleared his throat again and looked around before pulling his member through the hole of his boxers. He let it go, standing before itself. “There ... there is it. I guess.”

Mo leaned on the fence separating the apartment property from Sandy’s property, staring at the man. “It is beautiful,” she said in a whisper. She turned to Sandy. “Isn’t his cock beautiful?”

Sandy bit her lower lip, nervously looking at the man, and nodded. “Yes,” she barely got out.

The man cleared his throat, looking around. “Uh ... thank you.”

Mo pulled Sandy closer, putting her arm around her, her hand sliding up the dress teasingly, softly running up to her side. Sandy noticed Mo’s dress had become more transparent, her midriff bare.

“Would you like some company?” Mo asked the man.

He cleared his throat again. “Uh ... yes...”

Mo smiled. “Buzz us in, please.”

Sandy did not even remember how they ended up at his door, but the two ladies did it quickly, without a word. Mo was still holding Sandy’s hand. She confidently rapped on the door with her other hand, sparkling eyes looking into Sandy’s. The man opened the door at a crack. Mo giggled, pushed the door open, and threw her arms around the man’s neck as if greeting an old friend.

The man hugged her nervously, looking at Sandy. Sandy shrugged. “I think she does this with everyone.” The man nodded.

With a satisfied smile, Sandy let go of the man. Sandy gave him a quick, nervous hug.

Mo tapped her foot, hands on hips. “So ... where is that nice, beautiful cock Sandy and I were just admiring? It is not scared of us, is it!!??!!” she asked in mock anger.

The man laughed nervously. “Uh ... no. I didn’t know if you wanted, you know ... if I should keep it out.”

Mo smiled, glowing. “There are to be no embarrassing secrets between us, lovers.” Sandy noticed her dress was now wholly see-through, the squiggles moving slower, fading from view even as she looked.

Mo knelt on the floor in front of the man, bringing her hands up to his boxers. She froze them for a second, looking into his eyes. He smiled nervously. With one swift movement, she pulled the boxers to the floor, leaving him nude in front of the two women, his hardness to see.

“You have a very beautiful cock,” Mo said with a smile, leaning forward and placing a small kiss on the very tip, her eyes locked on his.

“Oh ... my...” the man groaned.

Mo giggled, sticking her tongue out and softly and slowly licking the man’s shaft, planting soft kisses on his testicles, her hands planted softly on his sides. Sandy watched, transfixed. She noticed Mo was now completely nude. With a loving sigh, Mo opened her lips, taking the man into her mouth, slowly moving down the shaft until about halfway, then began moving her head slowly up and down as the man groaned with each movement.

She popped him out of her mouth and looked at him. “I never did catch your name.”

“Ho ... Horace,” he moaned.

“Nice to meet you, Horace.” She turned to Sandy. “Love, you simply MUST suck this wonderful cock of Horace’s!” she said with a giggle, grabbing him gently at the shaft and pointing it towards Sandy.

Sandy only stood awkwardly, looking at the pair, then at his rigid cock. It looked so good, and it had been so long. How long had it been? She could not even remember the face of the last guy she had been with, let alone his name. “Uh...” she said.

Mo sighed and stood up. “I know you are nervous, dear. I understand. Here...” She got behind her. “Let me help.” Sandy felt a soft kiss planted on her shoulder. The strap of her sundress fell to the side, a kiss on her other shoulder, and the other strap falling. Mo pulled her dress down to the floor with one deft, expert, and gentle yank.

“Oh my,” Horace said quietly. “You are so beautiful, Sandy.”

Sandy bit her lip. She felt the need to cover her naked body ... but could not, for some reason. Was she frozen? Was she turned on by Horace and Mo looking at her nakedness? Was she simply horny? All the above. Her head swam, the voices inside yelling at each other. “Thank you,” she said quietly, blinking her eyes rapidly. “You are a very handsome man.”

“With a very handsome cock!” Mo roared with a giggle. Sandy grimaced inside. Mo walked beside her and gave her a soft hug. “I think you need to suck that cock.” Mo looked at Sandy and Horace. “I know you want to suck that cock ... don’t you?”