From the looks of her tank top, I saw no straps of a bra, so it was obvious her pretty little tits were still holding their own in perkiness. She had...that shoulder length brown hair I love, and was almost as tall as myself in her pumps.We found silly conversation to keep us busy while we smoked a few cigarettes. She talked about her daughter and some of the BS she gets from her and I talked about my ex-wife's drama and the antics of my current girlfriend. She had never been married, just had. Our tongues twine and I am kissed as I have never been kissed before.Her kiss ends, and she licks her way down to my tits. I feel her exploring my flesh with her soft velvety tongue, not an inch of my skin is left untouched. My nipples are standing up, and I thrust my chest forward longing to feel her mouth on them. Finally, she sucks them into her mouth and pulls on them with her lips. My pussy is gushing wet, and my body is going through spasm after spasm. Her tongue flicks at my nipples and. He was trying to figure out some way he could have his cake and eat it too."There's another thing," he said, nervously."Go on!" Jana... she, well. Benin, you know you once told me about that Bishop of somewhere. That guy you and your friend put on..." Put on a little sex play?" she said, "so the arsehole could get his jollies watching us? What are you trying to suggest, John, you want me to make love to Jana so you can watch and..." Not watch!" Then join in? You want to be the filling in some. I had been having such a nice sleep and now my sister was downstairs. Was she crying again? I sighed. That asshole she had married had crushed her hard. Ooh, I wanted to head down to Mexico to crush his balls.I was glad I had never gotten married. Dealing with the sperm donor (how I liked to think of my son's father) was headache enough. Worse, my son wanted to spend more time with his father and was old enough the courts listened to him. Of course, I lied and said I understood.Why couldn't I.