.. I was in lust with this man. However, by the time eight o’clock rolled around, Vincent had successfully managed to grasp all my thoughts. He had...told me that morning over the phone that he would be coming over again, due to the problems from the night before. But this time, I was less interested in making myself pretty for him. In fact, I didn’t even do my hair. I simply waited for him. He was supposed to come at 8:30... This evolved into 9:30.... And eventually past midnight. He didn’t. OK it’s not touching as such but it’s against the spirit of the rule. You close your eyes and slide your hand up my leg. What happened to no touching? I ask you this and you move your hand away, I want it back, damn you! You tell me you need to leave in 15 minutes and until then I can do whatever I want. I wish I could. I take your hand and pull you up so you’re sitting facing me. Under some feeble pretence I lay my legs over yours and lean forward until your forehead is resting on mine, your. She had instructed me earlier in the proper way to suck her so I tried my best to get it right. I opened wide and took as much of those G cup beauties into my mouth as I could. Then as I closed my mouth just a little at a time I felt the solid mass beneath her skin escape until just the front edge of the solid structure beneath the skin was in my lips. I then sucked hard to press the milky mass into my teeth and lips. My tongue pulled and pressed her long nipple to the roof of my mouth and. “Sweet tea hon,” she said with a smile. Her teeth were explicably white and shiny. “My specialty and at this time, I don’t get many who sample my tea.”She slightly bit her lip. There was an innuendo present that he didn’t fully understand himself, but he thought the implication for the tea centered on womanly bits. Not wanting to be rude, even though water would have sufficed, and picked the glass up. With a tentative sip, he could sang to the heavens in praise of the sweet tea. The golden.