He pulled the strap of my halter down, exposing my breast, squeezing and kneading it, then reached down, pulling my panties aside to find my sex. I wa... wet, and when he touched my clitoris, I moaned. I had been waiting for that all day. “Please.” I gasped.“Por favor.” He countered.“Por favor.” I responded.“Por favor, que?”“Por favor, cógeme.” He had taught me that phrase early on in our relationship. It was one of my favorites. “Please. Take me. Fuck me.” He obliged. It took only a moment for. Misha knew it and was powerless to stop it. When they made love it was always spectacular. She knew every place on his body that when she touched, kissed, bit or licked it drove him wild. Her clever mouth, which was roaming over his chest, grazing his own small hard nipples, was causing the pleasure to pool deep and hot in his groin. Further and further down she moved, following the trail of the wiry hair as it pointed down over his belly, where she stopped off, her tongue swirling inside the. "My dear fellow, the Brothers Grimm never wrote that particular story down. They considered it "unsittsam," indecent. And with good reason. Even in our modern, permissive era, it might be rather strong medicine even for those who consider themselves enlightened. In any case, it is best you do not enquire into matters that do not concern you."Charlie Mason had a reputation for doing just that. Over the years he had stuck his nose into many a dark corner, and had lived to tell the tale. So, he. I enabled him to join women at bars who would normally not appreciate his advances because it would alienate the friend they came with. I ended up with the friend, and my liquor loosened tongue made it less of a chore for either the other girl or me. They might have been less attractive than their friend, but I tended to like them better. Unlike Josh though, I usually ended the night alone--my sexual needs dampened by loss. The exceptions occurred sometimes when I got too drunk as did she which.