Slowly I made my way down, down, placing my arms around her legs.I kissed her inner thighs, slowly making my way to her pussy. But it wasn’t long be...ore kissing her pussy became lapping at her. It was the best, prettiest, sexiest pussy I had ever lapped at.She was getting more and more excited, breathing heavier, gasping.“Oh Jon. Jon. Oh Jon, yes. Yes, yes, don’t stop honey. Mmmmmm,” she gasped, writhing under my tongue. She was getting close, so I continued lapping at her pussy, more urgently.. As our bodies pressed together I could feel my hard-on press into her stomach. “Oh my, a little excited aren’t we?” she asked, “Why don’t you sit down.” I quickly made my way to the toilet and sat down. Once I sat down she stood over me and began to unbutton my pants. First she slide off my jeans, I lifted my hips helping her pull them off. She started at the bulge in my briefs, then she quickly pulled them off. My dick slapped up against my stomach, as she let out a slight gasp. “My god that. However, it was very ornate - gold lame. The cups left the top of her tits beautifully on show, so that if she bent over the tits would fall out. Little of the valley between was covered except by a thin string. There were no shoulder straps and the back strap was also very thin.From below her tits to the top of the place where her pussy bush would be was bare. Her navel was an innie - the sort guys like to tongue. It was adorned by three piercings placed top and two sided equally spaced around. Ever since my Mistress told me she was happy about my 'self-love' sessions, I have felt so much better. The old feelings of guilt have gone and instead there's a lovely comforting conviction that I'm sharing my skinny little bod with YOU.I watched in fascination as the girl in the mirror slid both hands between her legs. Then she pulled her knees up towards her chest. This was the exact same position that I used to adopt before, when I needed to comfort myself... when the doubts and fears began.