I slowly rub her swollen clit and I can feel her back arch slightly as she moans so softly with the pleasure of her erotic thoughts and tingling clito...is. I pull on her clit like I am stroking a small penis. I slowly move my middle finger in and out of her ready, wide, wet lips. She softly whispers for me to spread her lips and put two fingers into her wet pussy. I surprise her when I easily slide three fingers into her. She is so wet and ready for cock that she moans in anticipation of me. As he went down on her eagerly and began to run his tongue from just below the base of the opening of her vagina to round her clitoris and back, Jeanie shuddered with pleasure. ‘Jesus, Jon, that’s good. Oh, God, lovely. The noise of pleasure escaped from him again. ‘Don’t talk with your mouth full, she said.’ An old joke, she knew, but she wasn’t in a state to care much, really. Waves of pleasure seemed to coming up from her toes and, while centring on her clitoris (which Jon was stimulating. . she said you are getting to her." Excellent!" Fiona's eyes dropped and she blew her partner a raspberry. "She kept saying I'd get pregnant, so I told her that you weren't likely to get me pregnant when you are fucking me up the arse and I'm going down on you. And then she started about Sodom and Gomorrah and stuff." Well just stop it, now. Please." Fiona shook her head, walked into the unoccupied bathroom and turned the shower to its warmest setting before allowing the dressing gown to slide. "Just consider me the best patron an artist could ever have."I agreed. He approached me and took my wrinkled face in his hands and kissed me. It was strange. I felt two tongues enter my mouth."Tonight, sleep with your husband if you wish to save your paintings in the morning."At the grocery store I couldn't find any of the foods I craved. It was no surprise. I didn't plan to stay in town long, maybe a year or three so I knew I could make do. I would have to dig out my old recipes and make most.