Wow….the view was beautiful. There it was. A lovely pink wet vagina. I was going to fuck that vagina very soon. But not too soon. I had to make this...last for long. Very long. I moved forward and flicked my tongue on her clitoris. I alternated between flicking the clitoris and licking the labia with the flat of my tongue. Rutuja had thrown her head back with her hands behind my head and was enjoying every pleasurable moment. I licked her clitoris and gently started nibbling on it lightly with my. "Next week, we have the first round of play-offs and we lucked out, we're at home.The team cheered again."If we win..." When we win," Mark interrupted."When we win, we'll be at home for the quarter finals, too." Then the Tacoma Dome!" Mark yelled and that brought on another team cheer.Coach Vickers was grinning as big as any of us. "Last, next week, Tony won't be with us on Monday and Thursday."I won't?"Some guys think they're special," Luke muttered.I started to say something, but a sharp look. She had a lot.We spent most of afternoon in her kitchen sipping herbal tea and critiquing each portrait to within an inch of its life. Some of them were so realistic that they might have been mistaken for photographs from a distance. But she was sure right about one thing; a lot of the technically great paintings left you kind of cold as far as artistic appeal was concerned. I decided that Van Gogh's self-portrait was one of my favorites, even though it was crude, rough and looked like it might. ‘Yessss!!! Yesssss!!!’ Joanne groaned as her lover invaded her. Her hips began moving in time with Larry’s, whose his fingers continued strumming her clit as his shaft plunged in and out of her snug orifice. ‘I…love…you, Joanne!’ he whispered in her ear, kissing her softly on the neck. ‘Oh, God! I…love…you!’ ‘Ohhhh!!! Larry! Ahhhhhhh!!!! I…Ohhhhh!!!! Larry!!!!’ Joanne’s mind whirled. ‘I love you, too!’ Hearing his words of love thrilled her almost as much as his plunging erection did. ‘Larry,.