By this time, I must drink so much wet juice that I never did from my wife.I was playing with the peeked out clit with my tongue…took my tongue to t...p of the clit..i forced my tongue inside her pussy,…oooo..first thing I got was little thicker juice…I tasted it and went deep to drink more…she was moaning like crazy this time….i made my mouth like O shape put completely over the pussy and tried to make it dry, god I cant…within a second her pussy is getting wet…then i touched her nipple with. Towards the end of the relationship, I’d become bored of her and only used to meet her for sexual release. We were quite adventurous and used to have most of our action in movie theaters(last row sofa seats ;) ) but, eventually, I was tired of the relationship and broke up with her. We were out of touch for a few months but then lust took over and we met and had awesome make-out sessions again minus the relationship tag. Truth be told, we were heading for the friends with benefits scenario.. She lay now in her underclothing, a well filled matching dark blue set, a long line bra, a suspender belt, her belly just peering over the top edge, her stout legs encased in shear nylons, and knickers, stray pubic hair showing round the crutch, not having been shaved in the last few years. To him she was all he could desire, a real woman, not some model in a sex magazine or page 3, but a woman he would meet in any street, desirable, and willing, begging him to take her, use her, enjoy her. a. It was antique rich burgundy leather. Chastity was the modern savvy redheaded female. One leg stretched fully with her attractive thigh and calf curving gracefully in harmony with the back of the chaise. Otherwise the girl and the furniture had nothing in common except exquisite taste. Her pleated green skirt was maddening Bernard’s senses into a riot of lust…he would have ripped it off… if that had been necessary to access her coochie. “Five feet two, eyes true blue, completely yours to undo”,.