Her legs were raised up high in a vee as I rubbed the wetness along side her labia and licked and probed my tongue along her slit. "Omigod, oh, this i... incredible, I've just never felt anything so wonderful, oh, OH, OH, OOOOH, oh, Russ, mmm, oh, wow, that feels so wonderful, just don't stop, please do more, more," and she was panting and writhing under me as I kept licking and tonguing her. I licked and licked all around, spreading her wetness, probing my tongue into her groove, sliding it up. But then my eye was caught by Tip No 6, the sub-heading for which was intriguing: Ever Tried Dogging?There was a short preamble about the two possible origins of this essentially English outdoor practice. One school of thought claims that the first people to discover the vicarious thrills of watching others have sex had actually been out walking their dogs. The other more mundane suggestion was that doggers were simply perverts who dogged the tracks of unsuspecting lovers.Alice returned with a. Everything was different. Unlike the first day, she dragged it out. She undressed slowly - we both knew I’d seen what was under her outfit, but she decided to tease me, to make me want it even more.She undid her blouse, button by button. Aside from the ticking of the clock, the room was completely silent, but she somehow used those ticks as a beat, a rhythm to a silent song. Ell moved her hips back and forth as she stripped, removing her blouse, sensuously taking off her bra.To my surprise, she. She was the SO of one of the bassists. As it was, Letitia had to tell him that it was time to go. They took the Brown Line to the Belmont stop. On the ride north, Quentin watched Letitia’s profile against the slight glow from the east. She looked away from him towards the dark lake.“Dawn,” she said, “nature’s gentle hit that it’s time for bed.”When they got off at Jarvis, the street and sidewalks were empty. By the time they got to their apartment house, Quentin’s party spirit was leaking away..