I took a deep breath, inhaling the strong musky scent of my best friend as I steadied myself and then I dipped my head and drew the flat of my tongue ...long her wet lips. My first taste of another woman’s pussy, stronger that my own juice, muskier like her scent but all together delicious and oh so arousing. My nose nestled in the short tuft of strawberry blonde hair that tops her slit. I slid my hands beneath the firm globes of her butt to cup her and lift her to me. I ran my tongue along those. Fatima couldn't help but overhear all the pleasantries and greetings between everyone. She heard her mother being introduced to a guy by the name of Irfaan. Aaahhhh, Irfaan Patel, nice name, she thought and then she heard a deep, rich male voice greeting his mother politely. That voice immediately made her think of the nameless stranger and the way he'd sounded. She felt a shiver rush through her at the memory of his husky voice as he'd taken her to the brink of ecstacy. She instantly became. She seemed to stiffen.“I don’t need impressing with expertise,” she said flatly, “I’ve had enough of macho men trying to show me how clever their performance is. Just do it.”Her attitude was puzzling. She had been affectionate, and even encouraging and they had even each privately rejected the idea that bedding her would be a sort of payment for services rendered. Now she was acting like a bored prostitute, just waiting to get it over with. It wasn’t just puzzling, it was very annoying to him.. “No. Its ok. I am fine.” She said smilingly.“Why?” my hand already slipped down and was touching the upper portion of a breast. I felt it fulsome and so soft.“What are you doing?” I unhooked her bra and took it off casually. Now her breasts danced delightfully.“Let me massage you fully”“I feel shame”. She said and sighed.“What shame? I am your son and a doctor too. Take the quilt up” She tried to resist but I unbuttoned her gown and she drew the quilt on her. Now I went down and massaged a full.