Chapter 273

Nothing was settled, Laura knew that. She and Sara had spent a weekend so crammed with sweet, tender, and emotionally intense fucking that by the end of it both were exhausted, wrung out, and limp. They slept most of the day Sunday, entangled naked together, and did not part until it was absolutely necessary, late that night, since tomorrow was a work day for both of them. Never did the subject of Dee Dee arise, and their love seemed so deep and transcendent to Laura that she was tempted to believe everything had reverted to its pristine purity, even though deep down she knew that was not true. Nothing was settled.

She and Sara were in love, and they had tacitly, it seemed, agreed to a truce. Dee Dee would not be mentioned. Laura's transgressions were not forgiven as much as shunted to the side and ignored, at least for the present. While this did not make Laura feel entirely comfortable, she was so happy to have Sara back in her arms, in her bed, that she could accept anything that made it possible. She did not know how Sara felt about this and was afraid to ask.

Nevertheless, they were warm and affectionate to each other, and they agreed to meet midweek. Laura was again like a love-struck teenager and wanted call her nearly every minute of the day, to linger on the phone with her murmuring love words, but she knew it was impossible; it was also mawkish, sentimental, and stupid.

To overpower her urge to call Sara every day, especially during lunch, when they would both be free and might set up something for the evening, Laura practiced self-restraint by shopping. She shopped and shopped, like an addict shoots smack. Boxes and shopping bags piled up unopened in her living room. She and Sara did spend Wednesday night together, another idyll of unbelievably sweet love and sex, as if their prior estrangement had never happened, or had happened to two other people. The following day Laura flung herself heroically into shopping once again.

They had planned another weekend together, when Sara suddenly had to fly back to Jackson, Mississippi one more time to settle some financial affairs of her late father. This was a delicate moment, since during her last trip to Jackson, when her father was actually dying, not only had Laura slept with Dee Dee; she had spoken to Sara on the phone while Dee Dee was splashing around in the jacuzzi bathtub, waiting for Laura to join her in a wet orgy of splashing and delicious fucking. Fortunately, Sara did not (Laura hoped, anyway) know about the second part. The fact that Laura had slept with Dee Dee in itself had been enough to shatter their trust and destroy their relationship, which was only now being cautiously rebuilt.

"You have to call me, twice a day," Laura said to her. "I'll drive you to the airport. I'll pick you up. Call me every day. I'll die without you."

But Sara shook her head, grim and determined. "Oh, no. Oh, no. Not that. You can drive me. No calls, okay? I don't even want to think about what might be going on in the background."

She shot Laura a significant glance. Laura was wounded but tried not to show it.

On Saturday, after driving Sara to the airport early for her flight, Laura promptly plunged into shopping once again, to get her mind off it. At Saks, where she rarely shopped because it was too expensive, she ran into, of all people, Kendra Fallon.

It had been close to a year since Laura had seen her-since Kendra and Jane had moved across the Bay-and now that she first spotted her from the rear and did not see her face, her reaction was quite what it would have been were Kendra a fantastic-looking, gorgeous stranger.

The time Kendra was not working or lying in some bed with one of the men she collectively dubbed 'Mr. Penis' she spent in the gym, hardening her terrific body into a masterpiece of polished mahogany. Laura was very attracted to black women anyway, and one who was this sleek, well-shaped, and flamboyantly dressed would have had her slavering at any time.

Kendra did not spend all that energy working out only to cover up the results. She commonly wore sheath dresses without sleeves, cut very short, so that her spectacular legs and smooth, beautiful arms were very conspicuous. Her jutting breasts and the out-curved miracle of her ass were also displayed to great advantage in these dresses. The fact that her daughter Jane had an even more miraculous hall-of-fame posterior did not detract in the slightest from Kendra's own miracle butt, which she was happy to swivel in front of anyone who cared to look, though Mr. Penis was her prey of choice.

Today she wore a fairly tight-fitting light mauve sheath, a shade that spectacularly highlighted her fantastic dark mahogany hued skin, which was abundantly visible, glossy and richly textured, the kind of skin that Laura wanted to touch everywhere with her lips.

Oh god, what a beautiful woman! Laura thought, unable to take her eyes off Kendra's incredible sleek flesh. The shoulder-length bronze-gold hair, though, began to ring a bell, as well as Kendra's hard, muscular calves, dark and gleaming. I know this woman, Laura thought, searching her memory. Oh god... it's her! It's Kendra. I know it, it has to be her!

Almost embarrassed at herself for not recognizing her immediately, she approached Kendra just as Kendra was turning toward her. "Laura?" Her lovely, animated face broke into a broad smile. "Laura! It is you!"

"Kendra," Laura was smiling too.

After all, even though Kendra preferred Mr. Penis, she and Laura had shared some exquisite and exhausting moments in bed.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Kendra beamed, immediately embracing her, right there in the store.

Of course this embrace was quite within the limits of the acceptable, a warm greeting between old friends, even though Laura knew they were both getting something extra out of it. The sweet, fresh odor of Kendra's body gave Laura a special thrill, and the feel of her hard, round breasts pushing into her own was almost too much to bear. She ran her fingertips lightly across the glossy burnished mahogany of Kendra's arms, feeling the tensile muscles under the smooth skin. Oh god, my pussy is going to start flooding if I don't back off, she realized.

She wondered if Kendra was feeling the same thing as they broke off the embrace. A little embarrassed, she stepped back gingerly and tried not to blush. Kendra looked momentarily nervous too, as if she had felt a jolt of sex animating their brief embrace, as Laura had. We fucked, after all, Laura was thinking. We fucked a lot, at one time. Even though she was always scurrying off to get pumped by Mr. P, she found time for me to take her to paradise often enough. Some times she even canceled him for me, Laura remembered. No wonder we both feel that way.

"Well..." Laura said, flustered, even breathing a little faster, looking around to see if they had drawn any attention. "What a surprise. What are you doing in the city? I thought you deserted us. And gosh, you look so great. As usual."

Kendra raised her eyebrows and looked at Laura both skeptically and bemusedly in the same expression, as if to say, 'We both know why you're saying that, dear. You have one thing on the brain.' But then she broke into a friendly smile.

"You look pretty good too, Laura," she said softly, her eyes suddenly sparking with flecks of electricity deep in their interiors. But then she totally switched her tone. "Jane's taking the SAT tests, out at USF. I dropped her off and came down here to kill some time."

"God. College already."

Kendra grinned and shook her head. "One more year. They start taking those tests early, remember? So they can take them over again if they fuck up."

"And how is Jane?" Laura asked, almost demurely, as if to deflect Kendra's natural suspicions. "I mean, growing up, I guess. Getting serious."

Kendra snorted. "Serious about cock." She raised an eyebrow at Laura so that Laura would get the point. "Takes after her Mama, I guess."

Laura and Jane had been caught fucking by Kendra, and for a long time Laura had thought she would never have either one of them again. In fact, this incident had been the major cause of their moving out of Laura's former apartment building and relocating across the bay. Fortunately, Kendra, though still furious at Laura for 'fucking my baby, ' as she put it, was unable to resist the lure of Laura living downstairs, so close, so available. Within a few weeks, she was again dropping in for an hour or so of heated rutting, often before one of her dates with the legendary Mr. P.

Laura and Jane had fucked often after being discovered by Kendra, and even a few times after Kendra had yanked Jane across the bay to get her out of Laura's clutches, though they had always been more cautious after being caught. But god, Jane and I broke my bed once when we were fucking, Laura recalled. Nobody else ever did that. Sex with Jane had become more torrid than ever after Jane's mother had discovered them, as if somehow Kendra's anger and suspicion spurred Jane into new, passionate frenzies of wantonness.

Laura realized that even though she was standing in the middle of a dignified, upscale department store, she was feeling overwhelmed by fierce sexual longings caused by her memories of fucking not only with Kendra but with Kendra's extremely wanton daughter. Also, in passing she reflected that Jane might indeed be 'serious' about cock, as Kendra indicated, but that Kendra would be the last one to know. Jane had boyfriends, but she had frequently confessed to Laura that none of them came close to thrilling her sexually the way Laura did.

These reveries must have caused a brief glaze to pass over Laura's eyes, because Kendra half-snapped at her to get her attention. "Laura? Girl... are you here? Earth to Laura."

"Oh." Laura blinked. "Sorry... I was thinking about something."

Kendra's eyes flickered knowingly. "I was thinking about it too," she said pointedly. In order not to appear too obvious to Laura, she began gently fingering the lingerie that was hanging on the rack beside them. "Where are you living these days? Still in the same old place?" She cracked a grin at Laura. "Keeping the neighbors awake?"

"Actually, I moved. I got a little condo... out on the other side of Twin Peaks." At the thought of what she was about to say, a strange flush of guilt spread through Laura, caused by the almost religious sanctity of the healing process she had been going through in the past week with Sara. "If you've got a little time to kill, maybe you'd like to see it."

Again Kendra looked bemused. She let the nylon fabric of the peignoir she was fingering slide across her hand as she released it. She glanced hotly at Laura. "I guess I have a few hours." She looked at her watch. "Where are you parked?"

"Union Square Garage."

"Me too. I'll follow you."

Laura was overcome by butterflies but did her best to appear steady and measured as she walked calmly with Kendra across the street to the parking garage. Once in her own car, though, she could no longer ignore the flux of guilt and sharp sexual anticipation that electrified her body. She could not help feeling like she was betraying Sara, even though this time it was a harmless reunion with an old friend, and not a disastrous encounter with Sara's own feckless and endlessly desirable sister. But her guilt was overshadowed by the knowledge that she and Kendra were, past experience had proved, thoroughly combustible.

By the time she reached her condo-with Kendra driving right behind her in the red Jeep Cherokee that Laura herself had once driven when Jane's driving on the mountain roads, after their delicious afternoon of fucking in the outdoors on Mt. Tamalpais, had terrorized her so much that she forcibly took over the wheel-she was in a hot lather of sexual need. Kendra seemed to be feeling the same. Laura tried to remain calm and to show Kendra around her new place, acting sedate and self-controlled, but by the time they reached the master bedroom, the tension was too much for both of them.

Laura could not prevent herself from reaching out to touch Kendra's bare, muscular, sleek, dark brown arm. She ran her fingertip along the curve of it. "I can't believe how hard you are," she whispered, feeling her hot blood surge through her body.

"Laura, let's not mess around," Kendra murmured, her dark eyes smoking too. She brushed aside the enchanting flag of her bronze-gold bangs self-consciously. She looked at her watch. "I've got to pick Jane up at three-thirty. We both know what we want, and we've only got about two and a half hours to get it done."

Laura came closer to her, lowering her eyelids, now running her fingertip up to Kendra's shiny round shoulder. "I know what I want," she whispered. "What do you want?"

Kendra smirked sexily, looking down at Laura's finger. "What do you want?"

"I want to lick you all over your beautiful hard body," Laura breathed.

"Oooohhh," Kendra shivered, laughing. "You just give me the goose bumps when you say that. Now I know why I came over here. No man ever talked to me like that, Laura. Or wanted to do that. They just want the old... you know." She pointed playfully to her crotch.

Laura looked down in the direction Kendra was pointing. "I hope you don't think I'm any different," she whispered.

Kendra shivered again, her shoulders shaking, her laughter bubbling up out of her throat. "There you go again!"

Laura ran her finger over Kendra's bare shoulder to the edge of the sleeveless sheath. She slipped her fingertip under the smooth mauve fabric. "How does this thing come off?"

Kendra let her grin sag. "Now Laura... I think you've taken off enough of these to know the answer to that," she softly chided, reaching behind herself with both hands to unfasten the buttons that ran down the back.

Laura stepped back a little. "I just like to watch you strip."

"You and about a hundred others. Only all of them got a dick swinging between their thighs."

"I've got one too, did you forget? Not between my thighs... but over there in the drawer."

Kendra did not answer and now pulled the loosened sheath over her head, tossing it on the bed. She wore simple white underwear, nothing fancy, but with a body like hers pure simplicity was the answer since it highlighted by contrast all the supple, hard, smooth, gleaming magnificence of her naked flesh. Her skin was not deeply, richly black like Dee Dee's, or Dawn's, nor was it even as dark as her own daughter, Jane's. But it had a dark golden brown glow and sheen that made Laura quiver inside with the urge to touch it and stroke it.

She moved closer again. "Let me take the rest off."

"Unh uh," Kendra waggled a finger at her. "You too. Let's show full equal rights here, okay. I have a right to see that beautiful model's body of yours, too."

"God, Kendra, I've missed you. I didn't realize how much."

Laura was wearing a very simple blouse and pants, and she was out of them in only seconds, glancing briefly at Kendra as she was taking them off to gauge her interest and arousal. Kendra looked paralyzed by fascination, her eyes glued to Laura's body.

"I didn't either," she said softly. "I tried not to think about you, Laura. Now I see why."

"Can we have a little kiss? For old time's sake?"

Laura, while descending quickly into her seductive self, feeling her body heat up with desire for Kendra, could not help feeling a stab of guilt at using the same words Sara had used to her playfully a few days earlier during their initial confrontation at Sara's office. Get her out of your mind! she cautioned herself. Kendra is an old friend. This is for old time's sake. Sara is away, she will never know.

Also, even though she was always captivated and filled with lust for her partner of the moment, Laura again found herself wondering how she could ever have allowed herself to lose Kendra. The woman's body was amazing. Kendra's flesh was hard, but not the rippling, compact, grotesque muscle that even the beautiful Brandi Pearson sported. Instead, her body was lithe and smooth but powerful and firm, curvaceous but lean, a masterpiece of physical beauty.

Her breasts were also the roundest, hardest balls of flesh Laura had ever seen, except for Vondi's, which were surgically enhanced. Not Kendra's. As Laura kissed her slowly, and their tongues coiled together in a slow, sensual, dance of reacquaintance, she let her fingers slide up and down the silky, smooth flesh of Kendra's back, until her fingertips reached Kendra's bra clasp, which she quickly undid.

Kendra smiled. She knew her body was a masterpiece; she had worked hard to make it that way, though she had once admitted to Laura that all the working out in the world could not make her breasts this firm and round. They had simply always been that way. As her white bra slid down her arms, she watched Laura's hands cupping the dark, naked globes, watched the expression of lechery mixed with awe that passed over Laura's face.

Laura kissed her way very sensually down Kendra's exposed upper body, kissing her neck and gleaming shoulders, kissing her smooth upper chest, bringing her face down between the marvelous round balls, kissing the skin between them. At the same time, she was squeezing each of Kendra's magnificent breasts in her hands, as much as they could be squeezed since they were so firm. Her thumbs found Kendra's large dark caramel nipples and brushed them rapidly.

A tiny, almost silent gasp escaped from Kendra's lips and she looked down. "That feels pretty good, Laura," she panted. "You gonna go on?"

Laura smiled up at her. "I am going to go on and on," she murmured. "I am going to swallow these beauties."

"I... believe you are," Kendra panted. "I've seen you do it before. No one likes titties like Laura." She ran her fingers through the thick cloud of Laura's hair. "Look, maybe we better lie down here on the bed before we get carried away. Here, take off this stuff too."

Quickly, she helped Laura out of her underwear and slipped off her own panties. They lay down facing each other on the bed and slid together in the same fluid motion in what was always a thrilling moment for Laura: the first wonderful instant when their naked flesh touched everywhere, from lips to toes, their breasts mashing together, their stomachs pressing, their mouths hungrily searching and sucking.

Laura started to slide down Kendra's body with her mouth, wanting those breasts, wanting to mouth-maul them with hungry passion, but Kendra pulled her back. "No... not yet. You know, you don't kiss like a man," she whispered, her eyes swirling with hot sex but full of rare tenderness at the same time. "You kiss so sweet, Laura. Hungry... but sweet. I want a little more."

"Mmmmm, I could kiss you all day," Laura smiled.

Laura loved kissing, and now that she realized Kendra liked it too and did not want to hurry on to the fireworks, she relaxed and let all her true kissing skills take over. She couldn't remember if they had indulged in much kissing in the past, since their relationship had always been more physical than emotional, but this unexpected reunion seemed to have injected into both of them a tenderness that had not been there before.

Of course, it was also laced with a throbbing sexual heat, and while they kissed patiently and intricately, they also ran their hands all over each other's naked body, until in minutes they were whimpering and twisting together. Laura dug her fingers into Kendra's hard, resilient flesh. Kendra's fingers bit into Laura's ass, into her back.

"I don't think this is gonna last very long, girl," she panted into Laura's shoulder as Laura swarmed over her, then slid down again, no longer to be denied Kendra's fantastic round breasts.

"I want these..." she panted. "I want these... I want to suck them... I want to kiss and squeeze them and swallow them."

She filled her hands with the hard round balls and lashed Kendra's large, dark nipples with her tongue, stabbing and licking them feverishly. Kendra groaned softly as Laura took one of her nipples into her mouth and began sucking it like there was no tomorrow. She remembered how Kendra had once told her that Mr. Penis never sucked her nipples the way Laura did, being always too eager to get his cock into her. She had loved Laura's lengthy bouts of worshipping and hungrily sucking her breasts, and Laura was happy to bring back the memories for her.

Kendra held Laura's head in both hands, looking down, watching Laura's mouth devour her breasts, first one, then the other, then return to the first one, slurping her nipples, sucking them inside her mouth, covering them with warm spittle so that they shined and gleamed, dark caramel-colored and wet.

"Oh god... I love the way you do that," she gasped, squirming, releasing Laura's head with her hands and moving them instead to the breast Laura was currently sucking, holding it for her, almost shoving her stiff, wet dark caramel nipple deeper into Laura's voracious mouth. "Unhhhhh! Oh!"

When Laura's mouth moved back to her other nipple, Kendra moved her hands to that breast too, holding it for Laura, now squirming and panting in a more heated frenzy than before, fiercely aroused by Laura's mouth. Laura let her wet dark caramel nipple slide out, catching it sexily with her teeth just before it escaped. She half-smiled, as much as she could smile with her teeth gently clamping the wrinkled, excited areola of Kendra's stiff wet nipple, and looked up at Kendra, waggling her head playfully like a doggy.

"Oh god... girl, you're getting me wet as a river," Kendra panted, grimacing not from fear but sharp sexual excitement.

Without speaking, Laura sucked Kendra's aroused nipple back into her mouth, deeper this time, lashing it with her tongue inside her mouth, pinching it against the roof of her mouth, snuffling and growling and twisting in her own feverish sexual mania.

"I love your boobs," she gasped, letting it escape again, but peppering Kendra's hard round breast with kisses, pinching Kendra's other nipple with her thumb and forefinger. "I want to swallow them."

Kendra bit her lower lip. Her eyes rolled up. "You're doing a pretty good job of it," she panted. "Why don't you leave some for Marshall. He's gonna be pretty pissed if there ain't nothing left for him."

Laura grinned up at her, pausing for a moment in her fervent feast. "You still seeing Marshall? I thought you told me he doesn't suck these the way I do."

Kendra bit her lip again, watching Laura continue to devour her wet, stiff, dark caramel nipples. "He doesn't. But he likes them a little."

"I like them a lot," Laura teased.

"Oh shit..." Kendra gasped. "If you suck those any harder, I'm gonna just come all over your bed."

"Mmmmm, you are anyway," Laura smiled, now sliding down further, finally leaving Kendra's magnificent breasts to love-maul the rest of her extraordinary body.

She could not keep her mouth or her hands off any of it. The firm expanse of Kendra's rippling stomach and smooth, flat belly were a paradise of soft burnt bronze skin, glimmering and sleek in the dim afternoon light of Laura's bedroom. Laura kissed and caressed it slowly, worshipfully, with her fingertips, working her way down the silky plane until her chin was tickled by the shiny black curls of Kendra's pubic hair.

She loved Kendra's hard, rippling abs and knew she could rub her pussy into a seizure of hot coming on them, but what she really wanted were Kendra's firm, magnificent, dark golden thighs. They weren't Brandi's black killer columns of steely flesh, but Laura had ridden them to glory in the past a few times and knew the kind of crushing orgasm they could deliver. She wasn't ready for it yet since she fully intended to have her fill of Kendra's delicious, writhing body before submitting herself, but she did want to see them again, touch them, kiss them, run her fingers over the hard, smooth muscle that ran from Kendra's kneecap to her groin, feel the latent power of it.

Sliding lower, between Kendra's yawning thighs, Laura began to kiss one, running her lips up and down the hard, clenching muscle, then deviating inside, kissing the warm inner flesh, her lips coming perilously close to the open, festering slit of Kendra's soupy, glistening, black-lipped pussy, all wet and pink and shiny inside.

"Oh! Oh!" Kendra whimpered uncontrollably. "Oh yes! Yes, Laura... yes!"

"Mmmm, you want me to eat your pussy, don't you," Laura purred. "I'll bet Marshall never eats your sweet black pussy. I'll bet Mr. Penis just sticks his big hard meat in it but never licks it and makes you tremble and moan, right?"

"Oh god... Laura!" Kendra gasped, now forcing her upper body off the bed onto her elbows, looking down at Laura, who was poised between her thighs, her face only inches from Kendra's oozing cunt. "You are the devil, girl!"

"You want me to make this pussy sing, don't you," Laura panted, now running one forefinger up and down in the warm, buttery crease, slithering it in deeper, until it was sunk up to the second knuckle in Kendra's flowing honey pot.

Kendra gnawed her lower lip, her eyes glued to Laura's hand. She swirled her hips, gyrating them slowly, making Laura's finger slide in and out of her pussy. Since she knew they were both getting a little pleasure out of her talking dirty, Laura ramped it up.

"Oh... you want me to fuck you, is that it? You want me to ram you and pump you, like he does? You know, I have a dick too. I can get it. I can fuck you so hard you scream, darling."

Even though she was half-grimacing, half-wincing from intense sexual arousal, Kendra managed a saucy grin. "Girl, even you can't fuck me that hard," she panted. "Marshall got a cock that's three feet long. You've seen it."

Still fingerfucking her, Laura nodded. "I even felt it, remember?"

Kendra's black eyes were now going glassy, but she nodded. Again she glanced down at Laura's wet fingers sliding in and out of her beautiful gaping cunt. "I... don't want you to fuck me," she panted softly. "I want you to do what he can't do. Lick my pussy until I come. Only you can do that, Laura. Only you ever did that to me."

Laura was touched. Kendra was often so brassy, sharp-tongued, and blunt, so protective of her daughter and censorious of Laura for allegedly corrupting her that this tender admission just about melted her heart.

"It would be my pleasure," she whispered, throwing Kendra a sultry look as she lowered her mouth to the waiting, juicy masterpiece of Kendra's glistening wet quim.

Slowly extracting her oily, shiny finger from the clinging, glossy black lips of Kendra's excited pussy, she brushed back a few filaments of pubic hair to expose it more fully to her mouth, then, extending her tongue, ran the tip of it up one side and down the other of the inflamed cleft, not yet touching the squinchy, juicy insides, which were all slippery and shiny with flowing nectars, pink and raw and wet. Think of that lucky Marshall, getting to plunge his monster truncheon into this pretty juice pit whenever he likes, and yet never taking the time to grab a taste. Men are so boorish and ignorant.

"God, Kendra, you have the most beautiful pussy," Laura said, admiringly. "I forgot how beautiful your pussy is."

"Laura... be serious, you say that to all the sistas," Kendra half-laughed, though breathing heavily now and gnawing her full lower lip harder than ever as Laura's tongue explored the outer creases of her aroused cunt.

"No, I don't," Laura half-giggled and murmured back. "Only when it's true."

She spread Kendra's glossy, wet black cunt lips aside with the fingers of both hands, revealing more of the greasy, shiny, pink inner depths, and then slowly burrowed her tongue into the center of the tangy slit.

"Oh! Oh!" Kendra gasped, her fingers scrabbling in the sheet, momentarily overcome by the sweet sensations Laura was causing.

She had fallen onto her back but quickly propped herself up again on her elbows, looking down at Laura, who was now slowly and sensually slurping the wide-open wet pink furrow between Kendra's swollen black cunt lips. I am going to give you the works, honey, Laura thought. You are going to be so glad you asked me to do this.

"Unh! Oh Jesus, that feels good," Kendra sighed, now gently swirling her hips, uptilting her groin to Laura's ministrations. "You do this to Miss Black Universe too? How're you and her getting along? Does she... unh! Oh yes! Does she... come here and let you lick her like this... until she screams?"

Kendra had always had teasing names for Laura's other lovers, the ones she had overheard Laura gloriously and exuberantly fucking when she and Jane had lived in the apartment above Laura's. She had frequently even gone so far as to conceal herself while watching them leave so that she could later describe them to Laura and ask how they were in bed. Laura was trying to recall which one Kendra had dubbed 'Miss Black Universe'. She thought it was probably Yvette.

Dear Yvette, she mused, while cleverly licking Kendra's marvelous wet cunt. Dear lovely, wanton, fuckable Yvette. God, I haven't even had her over here. I haven't tasted that sweet pussy for months!