He put his tongue right up in her. From the sounds of it I'm sure that she enjoyed it somehow. He seemed to do so to. I don't understand how."Now don'... get me wrong Danielle. I'm a woman of the world. I know men have to have sex. And I know women have to go along with it. Enjoy it? What a ridiculous concept. I do my duty and tolerate it. I'm sure he does it as well as it can be done. I admit every now and then something very strange has come over me, and I find I'm enjoying it. I never tell. She had grown from that gangling girl to a rather beautiful young woman, assured and successful in her chosen field. More than that I enjoyed her company. I looked forward to our meetings and was sad when we parted. Kissing her was wonderful and made me yearn for more. Was I, without realising falling in love?Over the next few months we did the usual things together, cinema, going out for dinner those evenings she wasn't performing although it was more a case of I dined and Antonia would pinch. I, uh, I mean, yes, ma’am. You have to sign for them.? Babs took the clipboard from the boy and tried to ignore his staring eyes as she signed the delivery receipt. She handed back the clipboard, took the packages as he lethargically proffered them and turned to close the door.?Ma’am? Wait! One of the packages is a ‘special-fragile’ and I have to verify that the contents are okay?? Babs turned back to the boy.?What???You have to open the package to make sure that the contents are okay, or else. It's so hard to read the signals of a woman. Her shortness of breath, sweating, and the way she has nestled her pussy onto my crotch signals she wants me to be close, inside of her. We have only exchanged a kiss or two, though she has an aggressive way of attacking my mouth with her tongue that says she wants me to take her, make her mine.HER: I feel the perspiration on my lip. I feel like I am starving for air. My heart is pounding. I shift my breasts against his chest, now placing my face.