I take them off. She says she has an idea.. she takes her dress off. her boobs were so small and cute. small nipples. she says take your shirt off. I ...o then take my bra off. shes staring at my body. we lay down. she asks if she can see my vagina. I say ok. she opens my lips to find my clit. yours is so different she says. let me see yours I say. she lays back. I can see her hood exposed. she had a cute vagina. she had a tiny clit. very pink. I ask her what does it feel like to have a cock in. I spread her legs and began to enthusiastically lick her pussy, exploring the one place that she had held from me up until this point. I continued to lick as slowly began to slide a finger in and out of her tight little pussy. By this time she was moaning and that spurred me on to lick and finger her pussy faster until her body shuddered violently and she arched her back into a mind blowing orgasm.To me it looked like she had passed out until after thirty or so seconds she regained composure. If something has worked and he's done it right, let him know it----verbally, non-verbally, anyway at all. Just make it obvious that he's had an effect. Don't fake it or exaggerate too much. But do let him know what gets your juices flowing. (An Aside about Pussy Juice).Speaking of juices, there's no way to avoid having him deal with your nectar. To me, my wife's pussy juice (I suspect that many men feel the same way about their partner's juice) is the elexir of life, the yummiest, most. “Since he was living in Hess—and he wasn’t supposed to be—he didn’t bring a lot of stuff from home.”“Ah, that makes sense. What’s he like?”“Pretty cool, I guess. He’s a little shorter than me, but skinny. He’s got dark hair and ... um ... hazel eyes, I think. I don’t really remember.”“You probably weren’t gazing adoringly into his eyes,” she said with a soft chuckle.“Um... no. Anyway, he seems like a nice enough guy. At least I’ve met him, which is more than I can say about the last two guys..