She looked up at me, “So Frank, we never did test out your licking skills did we?” and she laid back on the sofa and her legs widened inviting me ...own, “Leave your panties on” I said as I got on my knees spreading her legs wide.Her panties were tight and already damp as I got my head down and started to lick all around her hidden pussy, “Mmm!” she tasted so good and every time I flicked her little bud she thrust, I put my hands under her arse and lifted her legs up and ran my tongue slowly from. A soft whimper escaped her as she whispered back ‘I am yours, gladly, wholly, and you are mine.’ ‘Forever’ he murmured ‘forever yours.’ They moved together, slowly, tenderly, passionately. He began to move faster, aggressively pumping her, she began to chant in time with his thrusts ‘yes,’ ‘yes’ she hoarsely whispered as he began to pound her. She moved a hand to her pussy and began to rub her button with two fingers, her other arm went around his shoulders and she pulled him down to her. His. Miranda herself had done her crazy thing, and made herself the talk of the God Damned town about 8 months ago. She'd always been thin and petite so she raised a lot of eyeballs around town when she went to Chicago for a "Vacation" and came back with much bigger titties. I'm talking about every man in town is staring at you titties. So maybe that was why she understood why I needed to go to Paris.Bert of course said "No." So we began arguing about it. After weeks of arguing, I finally told him. Standing over him, I reached down, took his beautifully made-up face inmy hands and kissed his lipsticked mouth. Bobby struggled for aninstant, no doubt taken aback by my forcefulness. For the second timethat day ? the second time ever ? I forced my tongue in his mouth. Heseemed to go limp beneath me, accepting my demands.Gradually, he began to suck my tongue, circling it with his lips. Hissoft manicured hands cupped my breasts, caressing them, beforeunbuttoning my satin blouse.I straddled his.