She turned to the bewildering array of cutlery before her. There were four full sets of cutlery in all. "Start with the outside, I presume?" she said....Of course. We begin with the amuse-bouche, to whet the appetite." She picked up one of her little bells and rang it.Mme. de Veuvray appeared shortly at the door, carrying a tray on which were two wide plates, edged in gold and deep indigo with the family crest. On each, in the very centre, was a tiny morsel of food. She set a plate down in front. I felt his tongue connect with my ass and I closed my eyes and took my hand off his head. I pushed my ass back and relaxed my asshole. I felt Jayden’s tongue enter my ass and writhe about. I kept my hand slowly working on my cock. When I felt that my ass was sufficiently wet I turned back and pushed Jayden onto his back. I straddled him and spat in my hand. I rubbed my spit into my asshole and then grabbed his cock. Once it was in place I sent myself sliding down his cock. I let out a loud. Maybe we can all go see the game and go out for drinks afterwards.” Two weeks later, Carmen found herself in a familiar position, sitting in packed bleachers with her friends watching Charles run up and down the basketball court. Charles had aged gracefully. He looked almost the same, except more toned and muscular. He was clean-shaven now, and his hair a bit shorter, but otherwise, he looked almost the same as he did in Carmen’s late-night fantasies. Perhaps she was imagining it, or. I watched him explore me as no other man has ever done. Places only my washcloth has been, not any man. I touched him as I could; however, I just kept going with the feeling, closed my eyes, and either played with my nipples, touched the back of his head, or grabbed the headboard as the pleasure increased. He put a pillow under my ass to raise my hips and then his tongue and fingers became one with my pussy. His tongue swirled all over my clit which protruded about the size of my pebble hard.