Don’t stop eating me!”“Of course I won’t stop, honey,” Mom said. “You have the best-tasting pussy in the world. It’s just yummy.”She b...ried her face back in my snatch, licking again. I groaned, my toes clenching. My back arched as the pleasure radiated through me. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I savored every moment of her tongue sliding up and down my slit, teasing me. Driving me wild. My ass clenched as her hand shoved beneath me, gripping my rump.“Oh, my God! How many pussies have. He'll wake upin fifteen minutes in a post orgasmic-stupor, stumble around." Shepaused. "Your makeup looks good, your lipstick is smudged."Trixie looked concerned, both at the sudden change of topic as well asthe need to have her makeup look good in public due to the command givenearlier. "What now?" she asked fixing her makeup with a little compact.Daphne carefully considered Trixie's options. "Up to you, go back andpick up another guy? Or go back to our room."Trixie seemed to ponder this. Slowly, still fingering and massaging, I moved my nose down her crack, arriving on top of her pucker, the fine hairs now tickling my nose. More and more I couldn't stop myself inhaling her fragrance until finally I had to introduce my tongue to her musky ring. The moment my tongue connected with her ring, I heard a faint whimper and couldn't help smiling. Slowly, I began to gently circle her asshole, removing my finger from her pussy so I could start to spread her big cheeks. At this point, she. " An... ideal? Your ideal?" The concept seemed strange to me, on several levels. First of all, the young man in the portrait was pleasant-looking. He looked sweet-natured, peaceable -- even handsome. He was the kind of young man that three waitresses, in a small cafe, might giggle over, behind the cash register, as he drank his morning coffee and read the sports pages of the local paper.But... an ideal? Hardly! It was a portrait of what was, perhaps, a young man of above-average physical.