"Wait for a moment," Connie said and Kelli pulled her mouth off, letting her lips stay in contact until they lifted from the tip. A strand of liquid s...rung out between them. Connie stared at it for a moment, then placed her finger on the underside of my shaft. "Feel this groove?" she asked as she ran her finger up the underside. Kelli found it with her finger and nodded. "Press against it with your tongue as you lift your head. Go from as far down as you can get all the way up to the tip.". So i grab her hair n pull it to stop her i pick her up n stand up we kiss n make out so good n wet as im squeezing her ass i pick her up n carry her to the counter sit her down suck and lick all over her tits and nipples n lick her stomach n thighs biting gently i lick up her wet pussy n it was soaked i lick around her clit without touching it n drive her wild then i rub my tongue across it n back to circling it till im fully eating her out licking n sucking her clit shes moaning quietly im. While Carley and her cousins plundered Nordstrom’s, I sat my ass in a padded chair near the north entrance to the indoor Nickelodeon theme park, trying my best to tune out the racket. I was scrolling around on Facebook with my tablet computer when a man sat down to my right. I noticed, with some amusement, that he wasn’t wearing socks under his sneakers. It was 34 degrees and raining outside and this guy wasn’t wearing socks? I checked him out more closely. He was an average-looking young white. Her demeanor towards him was nothing but professional, and it was invigorating. Before, he and the others in the company had grown so accustomed to each other that what had once been a pleasantly informal environment had turned into a drab and unexciting routine of hellos and mindless smalltalk. But Veronica would have none of that. She constantly referred to him as ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Stevens’, completely straightfaced when others were around (although with the hint of a smile when they weren’t),.