Sorry…’ The woman smiled and lifted a cup. ‘You’ pointing to me, ‘buna?’ lifting the cup, and then pretending that she was drinking. ‘No...problem?’ I asked – there was no-one else, so I expected the coffee to be for the staff. ‘You buna!’ the woman said, decisive, and then indicated me to sit down. ‘Kuchu belu!’ I took a place close to the woman, I saw a small girl coming from behind, offering some brown powder to the woman, probably grinded coffee beans, which the old woman dropped in the. He held his ground making me whine my displeasure. He broke our lip lock and kissed down my neck and chest as he lifted me up and sat me on the edge. His face was level with my pussy as he looked up at me. I nodded, spreading my legs further open and pushing my hips toward him. It had been so long since I had a good tongue lashing. He took the ‘invitation’ and licked me from bottom to top. I lowered my hips and let myself be at his mercy. He sucked and rolled my clit around his tongue as you. At least that was what I assumed given the ferocity with which he propelled his tongue in and out of me. My arousal level continued to rise, as did the intensity of my moans. But that was nothing compared to the speed with which a powerful orgasm grew within me. Before long, it filled me up entirely and my lovers muscular tongue in my cunt was all I could think about. That is, until I climaxed. FUUCCCKKKK!!!!! I moaned at the top of my lungs as I felt the orgasm explode within me. A split. He did not blink an eye - a university dean meets all kinds of strange situations, and I suspected that none of this was entirely news to him. His only question was, "What does your wife think of this?" It was actually Jeannine's suggestion, Dean. She has always helped me to dress, and for the last ten years I have worn a suit only for work. I had not thought of changing that arrangement, but she persuaded me that I should be a woman all the time - except in bed." I grinned. "Everyone calls me.