It was sensory overload. It was too much, all at once, but maybe that was merciful,and exactly as it should be. The relentless stimulation did not eas... untilpleasure once more convulsed her as the injectors were retracted from her sore,leaking nipples. There was a quiet puffing sound as the spit penetrated her stomach, and thenit stopped rotating again as it moved inexorably up through her oesophagus.She felt it moving closer, closer to her throat and her final sigh was silencedas the spit. I get down on my hands and pull off her black panties and sniff the scent of her warm juices from her panties, than I bury my face into her wet pussy as I start to lick her swollen clit that is in need of some good attention, darting my tongue in and out of her wet pussy as her juices start to flow from inside her. She moans for more as I start to lick and rub her clit till she is ready to explode , and she squirts her warm juices all over my face as I lick away at them, tasting her warm juices. He leaned in and whispered in her ear.‘I’ve wanted this for so long Ms. Palmer. I don’t want to have sex with you…I want to make love to you.’His words shocker her, but at the same time, felt elated that he didn’t just want to have sex. She spoke back.‘I was so worried, worried that you were going to treat this as if it were nothing’‘The touch of your skin, electric. The beat of your heart, music. The scent of your hair, intoxicating. And the voice of your soul, beautiful sexuality composed in. " She laughed, blushing bright pink. "But, the thing is--if you want your first time to be in a bed instead of in a car, my parents are gone for the weekend."She blinked. "Are you done eating?" she said."Yep." Get the check," she said. "Now." I laughed and flagged down the waiter.We drove to my house. We didn't say much, but Tammy was obviously excited. When we pulled up the hill in my driveway, and she got a look at the house, she gasped."My God," she hissed, "this is your house? I think you.