His tongue was touching the most sensitive parts of my vagina. I was struggling too.-ah…oh god, no…that is it, imad…ah!-After a while, it was pe...fectly wet inside me, with my juice and his saliva. Then, he started sucking my right nipple again, holding my right hand with his left, crossing my fingers. My left hand was on his head, as he started finger fucking me.His sucking got more powerful and his fucking got more frequent, as I was moaning even louder.After a while, he took out his wet right. " I look up at him and meet the most amazing shy crooked smile and penetrating hazel eyes, which make my heart beat a little faster. "What?" I croak, licking my suddenly dry lips. "Your book," he says, nodding at the volume in my hands. Now, seeing what I'm reading, he raises his eyebrows at me, stifling a laugh. His eyes crinkle at the corners, suggesting that he has laughed a lot in his life. I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to always make this man laugh, just to see those crow’s. I can't seem to do anything nice for you."She started to get up, but I took her hand."Mrs. Crawford, just coming over here today was nice," I told her. "Suzette always said such wonderful things about you. I never got the chance to see that side. Our problems are my fault too. I didn't put forth much of an effort to get to know you. It's nice to know you and Mr. Crawford — and even Suzette — are next door when I need someone. I'm doing OK, though."Mrs. Crawford gave me a half smile and told me. She was flirtatious and sexy and she knew exactly how to hold a man's attention. “Peter!” she said, in her delicate velvet voice. “Oh hello” I said “I didn't expect to see you”. “I'm house sitting for a few days while they're away” she replied. “Come in, come in and you can tell me all about life in France, I'd love to hear about it”. She continued, and she leaned forward to kiss me on both cheeks. As her face neared mine I was suddenly intoxicated by the scent of her freshly showered skin and.