She's right - the upperbench was for men and not for me.I smiled too. That was it, the clarity! It's so good to be myself!Marta and I both went outsid... to the ante-room where we took a showerand after drying she gave me another flannel nightgown but this timeit's light pink. Then we hurried back to the house and I noticed theweather wasn't as cold as previously. "It's getting colder," Martasaid, "but you have no cold inside so you don't feel that thetemperature is already below ten."We went. His eyes were closed as he slowly stroked away. With no further thought about anything except sucking him I said, “Would you like some help with that”?To say the least he was startled. He tried to find something to cover up with but couldn’t so finally just laid there and continued to jack off. His reply came a little later. “What kind of help are you offering?”I just smiled at him as I dropped to my knees then sat back on my heels. “I think showing is better than telling,” I said as I. I groan and lay back, waiting for the pleasurable torture to begin. You slide down between my thighs and start kissing the insides of them just as I did to you. Moving all around my thighs and hips, coming close to, but not actually touching my shaft. You move to the area just under my balls and, lifting them up, lick along them lightly, teasingly. I groan again as you move your tongue along the outside of one and then the other. After what seems like forever, you move your mouth over and start. My eyes close and I moan with great pleasure when the wet pussy smells like good natural pussy. If there are perfumes replacing the natural aroma, I want nothing to do with it. I want that fishy funky taste that gives me a rush of manliness never experienced before.Her pussy was simply, good! I played with it with my tongue and found every place inside and outside of her. And her asshole was just waiting its turn. I placed my tongue on her asshole so I could taste it. By this time, she was.