Come here.” He badly wanted to taste her and wasn’t letting her go until he did. He pulled her back down, flipped her over, pulled her jeans down ...lowly (noticing that underwear of any kind was absent) and licked the inside of her thigh. He could smell how horny she was and yet he didn’t want to rush it, this was a long time coming and he intended to enjoy it & make her beg for it. He licked and teased her belly button, around her nipples and sucked on her breasts, making her moan in arousal.. ”, I replied. Maggie reach down into her large tote bag and pulled out two bottles of beer. She twisted the top of one and offered me the other. “No thanks Maggie…I’m driving.”, I said, declining. She shrugged her shoulders and put the bottle back in her tote as she drank on the one, she had opened. I knew about where Maggie lived but not the exact location. As she drove in the general direction of her home, she turned to me put her hand on my shoulder.“Let’s stop at Crossway Park and fool. The look on her face was kind of sad and I had a gut feeling that something happened. Before the guy left, she said ask him to go and take a shower!! which he had never done in our house before and she had never asked me to ask him that. After he left, has not talked to me or called me in almost a year, we used to talk regularly. She came to me once after few months of that incident and told me that she is depressed and she doesn't know how she feels. I confronted her several times about that. Any woman with teeth could easily rip it off with just one hard bite. But then there's the taste ... oooh God! Ninety-nine times out of one hundred, if it smells good, it tastes even better. Like that salty taste when you lick the heel of your hand, but mixed with this oddly erotic manly smell, not like sweat or BO, but ... I don't know ... it's indescribable."And then you're sucking on it, and moving your mouth along his dick, using your tongue to massage all these sensitive spots. If you stop.