The idea really bothered him and his whole body shivered in revulsion. Marguerite noticed his reaction and, with a smile, replied, “It’s true. Of ...ourse, the next time Ed complains about my cooking...”Realizing that she was joking, Ed interrupted as he said, “I knew it. You are trying to kill me. You should be ashamed of yourself.”“And why should I be ashamed of myself?” asked Marguerite knowing that he wasn’t going to say that she should be ashamed for wanting to kill him. Based on the smug. But no he moved away and lowered his head. He started to lick on the outer edge a little way from the lips, brushing them with the edge of his tongue momentarily every now and again. Ever time he did she gasped with pleasure, as it was as if a small electric shock was passing through her. Then he parted her lips with his tongue. And started to trace small circular patterns on her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Then he inserted his tongue inside her. This was heaven, she could not believe. "We decided to meet at a small Mexican restaurant that had a patio where we could sit outside. I arrived before Allison and I was glad that I did. It was a joy watching her walk toward me. She had on white shorts, a tight, rather low-cut top and she had a radiant smile. She looked sexy as hell and I wanted to eat her on the spot.I hugged her tightly and kissed her firmly on the cheek. "Damn you look good," I said. "Thanks for coming." "Oh, thank you," she said. "I'm glad you called," she said.. “H-hey,” she stammered as she rolled onto her side beside him, looking to complain but being quieted by another deep kiss, one of his arms around her body, caressing her hair, his other down at his own jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, finally freeing his hard cock to the coolness of the air in her room.As they kissed she lifted a thigh up over his legs, feeling it bump against the underside of his bare shaft. She moaned into the kiss as she realised what it was she felt, her hand moving.