To my utter astonishment she told me that her cousin sister Ajeda told her to be ware of me. Oh no!“What did she tell you about me?” I enquired. B...t she was silent. I got angry, and demanded an explanation. After much ado she ultimately told me that her cousin sister Ajeda told her…………! “What?” after coming to this point she became silent. I helped her, “did she tell you that I might take your clothes off?” At this bold suggestion she nodded affirmatively. I suddenly got the chance and asked. I slid lower into her pussy and used my tongue like a cock, going as deeply as I possibly could into her body. Inarticulate grunts were my reward.Finally, Carrie could stand no more. She rolled suddenly on to her back and pulled my face once again into her very wet, greedy pussy. “Eat me dammit!” she ordered desperately.I began again licking her now prominent clit, moving the hood from around it with the tip of my tongue. She was beyond the power of speech, emitting only feral grunts. At same. Without quite realizing it she shifted in the swing so that her breath came up short again. And again. There was some part of the wood that caught her in places that had been touched rarely. Her last boyfriend–in college–had explored her ass with his tongue. She loved it but for no good reason she started laughing and he never did that again. Now, with the insistent swing finding that same tender spot, she was reminded of how much she longed for someone to help her explore, learn more, touch. However, for Her, to a large extent I was just another of Her fans, maybe more fervent, more devoted, but Her attention waxed and waned according to who else was sending Her poems or whatever. I had to work hard to try and keep my worship material fresh, but of course, as She told me once or twice, my basic message could only ever be the same – “you made me spunk my pants Miss”, and tell Her or show Her which photo it was. I also told Her how many photos it had taken me to cum in my pants, and.