Do you know that actually his father delivers the milk to this building, surprisingly Bisu delivered only once, on that day.”“Did I interrupt you?...Did the action already begun?” he asked. I nodded with disappointment. He understood what I felt so he continued.“Sorry for that, you should continue, I’ll just join in.”He then climbed on the bed and pulled off my panty. Then he made me bend my knees and spread my legs so that he can lick my pussy while I continued typing.‘The milkman, Bisu (I know. There didn't appear to be any sauce or other condiment on the meat, not even pepper or salt. He looked at his watch, came back to the table where Ingrid sat, and picked up his wine glass, taking a sip. He picked up the bruschetta tray and took it back down to the galley. Back up in a moment with the picnic basket, he began to set the table."Let me do that, please," Ingrid insisted."Sure," he said, grateful for the help."I'll take these to the warmer," indicating the dinner plates.Ingrid quickly. ‘Yes, sir.’ He gave a satisfied grunt at this and, completing the knot, stepped away to circle her again, moving around the room in a way her ears could not fathom. At the same time she heard it, she felt the blast of air from the fan he turned on, and barely repressed a squeal of protest as the cool breeze sent shivers down the side from which the air came. Internally she shouted obscenities at him as she twitched at the chill, her nerves aware of every bit of skin exposed to the moving air.. Oh wondrous tastes, aromas, my head spun. The word delicious now crowded out all other thoughts. There I was, licking Alex's pussy on stage, with a crowd of men cheerleading. Contrary to my earlier uninformed fears, I could not imagine anywhere I would rather be or anything I would rather be doing. There was nowhere to go, I had reached the heights of ecstasy. I licked and sucked her lower area, totally, until everything was glistening wet. Her pussy, her inner thighs, my entire face. I had.