Much more…”“Oh, just one more, honey,” Beth laughed. “Rob, give her a little dessert…you know, do what I love you to do to me..down below�...�.”I smiled and shrugged and put my face back into Susan’s crotch, this time running my long tongue down her sensitive crack to nuzzle into her asshole! Susan screamed with pleasure and opened her legs wider to let me rim her more and more deeply.“FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!” she screamed. “NO ONE HAS EVER EATEN MY ASSHOLE!!!”“Seriously?” Beth asked, incredulously.. I couldn’t see the handbag, resting on an empty seat at the café table, but I’d bet on soft brown suede too, classy. No point describing her features — you wouldn’t get the picture. The chin a little weak, the nose a little pointy, a hint of wrinkle on the long kissable Nicole Kidman neck. Pretty? Possibly borderline. Beautiful? Yeah. Only imperfections, and a few miles on the clock, can season definable prettiness into illogical beauty. Science and art, just like electronics really. She was. He gave it a pinch and her lips parted. His tongue swept in to taste her for a moment before he pulled away.The strips of fabric were about ten feet long. He folded each strip once and knelt beside the bed, tying a cow hitch knot around each leg of the bed. That way they’d be easy to remove when he left. He liked them a little lopsided, one end of the strip longer than the other, so he had some flexibility with positioning. He placed all the ends of the strips on the bed as he went, pausing to. We came again to the dining table and had dinner.Me: Pooja? Are you okay now?Pooja: Yeah. I am fine.Me: You can sleep here tonight.Suresh gave me an angry look meaning that he couldn’t do anything freely if she stays there. I was giving him evil smile and again insisted on Pooja to sleep over my place. She said that she wants to work early tomorrow so wanted to be home soon. Suresh was happy to hear but Pooja later said, “Come on Suresh. Drop me home on the way”. I could not control my laughter.