Her feet werealready bare, so she only had to lift her feet free. She began toundress her husband: the boy had already decided to stop complaining and...imply allow himself to drift along in the pleasure his femalecounterpart was anticipating. Shirt, belt, waistband, underwear, all ofTom's clothes joined hers around their feet, and finally she pushed himonto the bed, exactly as he used to do to her, rolling over to pull himonto her in the same way.Sex as a man was exhilarating and sweet; Ruth was. We went in, were seated, and placed our orders. When our green tea arrived, the conversation continued.“Now that I’ve had a few minutes to think about it,” Mary said. “That does make sense. Obviously you’re referring to testosterone, but it could be insulin and a host of other hormones as well, which would begin to make more sense of his carbohydrate metabolism and his atypically low blood sugar levels. Unfortunately, there isn’t a lot of literature available about that. I know of at least a. At first it was a little awkward and hard to get the coordination right, but just like using my mouth and stroking a cock, I soon learn the right movements to lick her clit and drive the toy into her. I can feel her body tense and I look up to see her face contorted in pleasure. "Wow, I'm really going to make her cum!" I think, as I resume flicking my tongue against her clit. As she comes, I drive the toy deep inside of her and hold it, twisting it slightly. I take in the sight of my sexy. "In your oath, what do you think was meant by 'any and all underwear'?" Janice asked.As I responded, my lips brushed against her sex, tickling her lightly. "Well, I guess I thought that it meant 'any and all types of panties, ' that you might want for me to wear."Due to my position, the words that I spoke were directed towards her sex, as if I was carrying on the conversation directly with her pussy instead of Janice herself. The symbolism couldn't be any more clear: I was worshipping her sex.