The brunette proceeded up her thighs, kissing and rubbing sensually to increase the pleasure and flow. She could SMELL the red heads arousal. She got ...o the juncture of her partners thighs and started kissing and licking through the skimpy material, tasting the sweet juices that could no longer be contained by that thin strip. She dragged the panties away and down off her companion and watched as her slit was exposed with her lips swollen and pushing apart ever so slightly. She buried her face. She had reached total submission, at least for this moment in time.He recognized her state and knew it was time to push her over. So once again he gently brought her up to the edge. Expecting the inevitable, her eyes glazed over as she braced for the impending pain, but it did not happen. Her whole body began to tremble. The feelings she knew so well continued to build until suddenly she fell over the cliff.“Oh my fuckin god! I’m cumming! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Then she dissolved into the. Smith. And that..." As he shrugged his shoulder at a tall, athletic looking blonde woman in a short leather jacket: "...Would be Mrs. Smith." The blonde in question was leaning on a trash container across the aisle, eating an ice cream cone. She made eye contact as she took a particularly long lick, then winked. Gwen settled her palms flat on the table as she quietly said, "Mr. Whatever the fuck your name is, why don't you and your blonde bimbo get the fuck away from us before I start yelping. As she walked by she sort of looked down her nose at me, and in the short conversation that followed, made it clear that she didn't think much of men coming round.After about half an hour, her mum ushered her out of the house to her friends. She then came and sat next to me and we chatted for about an hour, during which time she demolished a large bottle of wine. She must have been a little nervous. As the conversation wore on, our legs touched, then she laid a leg over mine and started.