Her long strawberry blonde hair, cascaded over her shoulders. ‘Remember these..?’ How could I forget that night of nuptial pleasure? As she moved ...loser, swaying her hips, her eyes with that same intent, my pulse raced. I teasingly asked when dinner was, to be met with a husky ‘now!’ as she moved up my body and straddled my head. Lowering her sweet musky mound to my face, my tongue found her as I pulled her panties aside and started to lap. Her soft purrs and sigh as my tongue found its mark,. “Because I think you will get tired of just looking at tits and probably will want to move on to pussies. And, even the thought of walking down the beach with you with your dick swinging is just so hot that I want to come just thinking of it. I bet it would get hard while you are staring at all those pussies, so then I will be able to walk along the beach holding on to your erection.” She paused and laughed. “Just like the one that it starting to build now.” It seemed like nothing could. " I noticed," she said. "You put on a mask the moment we left the car. It was like I was with a stranger." Uh, Carrie," I said. "We've known each other a week. I am a stranger, relatively speaking."As is practiced by my daughter, my reply went entirely ignored."Is that the way you act at work?" she wondered.I thought about my answer."It's not really an act," I said. "At work I am expected to behave a certain way. Now that I run the newsroom, that means I have to maintain a relatively serious. ”Stunned I asked, “You’re not a virgin.”Bernadette laughed and said, “No. I lost that when I was eleven. Freddie Stevens took my cherry but he left the box that it came in.”I said, “I’m glad that he did.”Bernadette was good and she knew exactly what she was doing…she was pleasing herself. I was just along for the ride. And what a ride it was. Bernadette could do things with her pussy that my hand had never thought of, nor could it do.Thanks to jerking off a while before, Bernadette enjoyed my.