And then... My head nearly exploded with pleasure.Dylan's mouth was all over me, kissing my thighs and licking my clit. My eyes rolled back in my head...as I let out a shaky gasp."Oohh, fuck, Dylan..."He looked up at me, looking smug at the sight of my tomato-red face.His tongue flicked around my nub, then plunged inside me. His lips sucked on the outer skin as his tongue wriggled inside me."Oh my God... Dylan..." Should I stop?" He asked, looking concerned as he moved his head away."No!" I. She had just had a bath. As I entered her house I held her waist and pulled her close to me. There was a lot of heat between us. My lips were almost touching hers. The bulge in my pants was pressing against her. And we kissed like there was no tomorrow. Her hands were pulling my hair. Her breasts were squeezed against me and god it felt soo good. My one hand was on her back and the other one grabbing her ass. I squeezed her ass a bit. I got my hand under her kameez and unhooked her bra. I. ” Now, believe it or not, Mary and me had never kissed each other before. Despite all the naughty fun we had, we never kissed. But in my head, this was still the man with the sexy voice, and I was enjoying it.Anyway, I think you get the idea by now. I don’t have to keep telling you it was really Mary. But as far as I was concerned, I was completely in the zone; there were only two people in that room, me and the man with the sexy voice. When he said that, he knelt on the bed between my legs; I. Looking around, I also noticed that he was the only other one wearing tweed. This must be Johanssen that Evan mentioned earlier."Welcome fellow members," his voice was deep and mellifluous, "and a new guest – Mr Barrow," he nodded at me and I raised a few fingers off the table in acknowledgement. "Tonight is a special night; I know that many of you were hoping for one of the old stories and I think you won't be disappointed; in many ways, the tale I will tell tonight is in fact the first story.