The Blanket Policy

Our erotic escapades were far from over. One day during what became an eight month cohabitation, I went to Kroger, the neighborhood grocery for resupply. When I returned, Susan told me to open my mouth and close my eyes. I found myself licking a cup diameter silver-white wet spot on Susan's almost new Martha Stewart red and black tartan blanket. It was syrupy sweet and a tad waxy. I pretty much knew what it was without asking. Susan chimed in, "That's girl cum, I jilled off on it while you were gone. Now, lick some more out of me," she said as she opened her white terrycloth robe. I managed to generate some more fluid. We had some wild times until her sister came in to take an ABC class and work as server during her time off from teaching school.