"I can feel the warmness of you; smell your sweetness as you lower yourself onto my face. Hungry for you, I delve into you with my tongue. Moaning, yo... lean back as my hands slide under your thighs, pulling you down further, to lap up and down your folds before placing my mouth over your clit to suck."Slowly sucking and releasing you, I can feel your peak already beginning to build. Taking my hand from under you, I open my lips wide over your opening. I plunge inside you, curling and flicking. I thought to myself, “Maybe she wants to keep this going,” so I texted her back asking if she wanted to come over to my place for a little bit.There was a pause but then she texted me back saying, “ Great!” I smiled and eagerly texted her my address and she texted me, “See you in a little bit.” I quickly headed home and when I got there, there she was, waiting for me.We went inside, I showed her around a little and asked if she wanted a beer or anything. We went into the kitchen and I pulled a. His hair had been plastered down over his head, and the rings around his eyes had been washed away. Maybe twenty-five, twenty-six thought Lauren. Her gaze returned to his eyes. They shone, clear and alert, happy and bright as he smiled at her. No lust, just pleasure in talking. She motioned to a chair and he sat. His eyes followed her."Yeah, it's fine. The white is better than the red." Like Lasagna?" Las-what?" Lasagna. Pasta and meat in layers with cheese. Salad, white wine. Maybe ice cream. Look, we're both lonely, single, unattached. A little fun for ourselves is all we have, why not try to make it more fun, more, um, erotic, more enjoyable. I won't ever tell anyone, you know that. It's just you and me." But, well, I'm your mother not your girlfriend," I said, knowing it was a pretty lame argument."If that's supposed to mean that you're not sexy any more, well, I can tell you that you are wrong, very wrong. Maybe you'll be mad at me but I can tell you that you give erections to.