This is a continuation of our story “Love making with colleague – series”. Please read the story and drop in comments on This is “Our fantasy...– Sex in the forest – Part 1” in Netal’s words.Avi, my boy is about 6ft 2inch. He has a beautiful hard love pole of 7 inches, and close to 3.5 inches girth. I was about 5-8, dusky complexion, a pear shaped figure of 34-27-38, with flat tummy, big round navel, mango shaped breasts and pear shaped butts ;).After I moved into Avi’s house we became really. His tongue slightly caressing my pubic hair (what little I had left, after a shaving episode the night before). He then slightly separated my lips to expose my throbbing clit. He flicked it once with his tongue and I just about jumped out of my skin. He looked up at me and smiled, this huge ego smile, and continued to probe my pussy with his tongue. His tongue swirled my clit continuously, breaking only to probe inside me, and to lick my pussy lips. I begged him to take me, turn me around and. (RBT’s are random breath testing units that seem to bob up whichever way you decide to drive home and the cops that operate them have no sense of humour and no sympathy for anyone over the .05 blood alcohol limit). ‘I don’t think that I like that.’ ‘Another choice is that we could adjourn this interesting conversation to my place where, with the help of copious quantities of booze we’ll probably solve all the problems that beset this world of ours and be unable to remember a thing in the cold. My bra warned me to wash in cold water and hand dry. My girdle warned me that prolonged squeezing of my abdomen could lead to faintness, intestinal problems and funny marks on my skin. My pantyhose could cause strangled calves if worn too long. Boy was I glad to know that, how could I ever thank our government for looking out for my safety.I began to relax while reading the latest Vain Giant Woman's Clothing catalog, and as you might expect I pickled up the phone (Warning: do not use this.