Slowly he travels lower, sliding his hands down her sides as he does. He brings his fingers behind to grasp her firm ass, and begins to knead it. Now ...neeling before her he lays his tongue on her pussy lips, stroking it across the outer lips, catching the droplets of moisture there, reveling in the scent and taste of her.Beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead, she begins to shake. The intensity of the desire she is feeling at this moment, for this man, is heretofore unparalleled. She. I guess you mistook for excitement considering how you were eyeing them whenever you weren’t glancing between my legs despite me attempting to keep them chastely together. I guess I shouldn’t have minded it, that it felt weird too.I also didn’t know how well my sucking was working. It would have helped if you would have said a bit more apart from the swallowing thing.I know you did say when you were going to come, but you should have seen my eyes widening with alarm when I realized at the last. As he made his way to his closet to grab some gym shorts and a T-shirt, Chris paused for a moment to check himself out in his floor-length mirror. He was of average height, maybe 5’10”, had short black hair, and stubble over his face and neck. This made it easier on him with the unpredictable nature of his work, requiring only a beard trimmer once a week. His white skin was rather pale and lacking tan, pairing stereotypically with the rest of his thirty-year-old “dad-bod.” In spite of not. One day the next week, I realized that I needed one of my books that I had left in Alyssa’s locker at the other end of the school. Between classes, I ran all the way down to her locker to get the book. When I got to Alyssa’s locker, there she is, standing at her locker – kissing one of the Lacrosse goons. I was floored. I didn’t even know what to say, or do, or think. This was not the kind of kiss that Morgan would lay on me in the halls, but full on tongue kissing in front of everyone. I.