Pleasure erupts through my body as I feel your tongue slide along and part my labia. My gasp gives way to a moan as I grip the sheets with my hands. ...I look down to see you between my open thighs. Another ripple of pleasure rushes through my body. “How long has it been since anyone had been there?” I try to remember. Another rush wipes the thoughts from my mind. I grip the sheets harder now trying to concentrate on every move you are making. I rock my hips slightly to position your. ”Dale shrugged it off and we went back into the house. I wasn’t sure how my wife would react to the suggestion of swapping partners, but I also wasn’t too keen on broaching the subject on my own. Hanna with Charlotte was one thing: I don’t know many men that wouldn’t want to watch two women get it on, even if, or especially if one of the women was his wife. But Hanna and Dale? In my dreams it seemed so natural. Charlotte with me seemed natural in my dreams. Dale and me seemed so, too,. “So good.” She was not lying about that. She tensed a pectoral muscle and filled his hand with her big knocker, the nipple area jutting out nearly an inch as her shirt fell off her shoulder. “Vixen, really, please,” Valpor said, aware that he was becoming aroused. He wished he had left the office door open. He tried to pull his hand away from her warm breast. His fingers had never felt such a soft, smooth, spongy breast, in fact, it occurred to him, he had seldom felt any girl’s breast in the. They are equally proud of their Jamaican heritage and their Irish side. They travelled extensively in both Ireland and Jamaica growing up. They even spoke both Gaelic and the Jamaican Patois! How I envied them. My mother didn’t want me to have anything to do with my Jamaican side growing up. She steered me away from anything having to do with the Black race. And my father let her because he finds the Black race terrifying, especially the men of that race. His marriage to a Black woman didn’t.