” I replied "Not thanks anal is not my liking fucking in ass to other girl is what I like". She just rolled her eyes up and said "My asshole still h...rts and is little sore and it burns". I asked her to turn around and indeed it was little red around the anus. I just kissed it and said maybe tomorrow morning I will be gentle with it. She slapped me and with angry face told me no more anal. That’s it my asshole is now hurt for two more days. I can’t have anal sex now for 2 more days. Do whatever. Not exactly an Oxford man’s name, at least not from what I’ve seen. But your secret’s safe with me, Geordie,” I winked at her.“How could you tell that I’m really from Newcastle?” Anne’s eyes widened like saucers now.“Just a few voice inflections now and then. Face it, I can pick up little details like that faster than most folks realize, but I’m always discreet if I can help it. Now, tell me, what is going on over in the Old Country, among all of the John Bulls?” I teased her a bit more.“Hell. Far from thinking that Darleen had behaved shamefully or disgustingly, Caroline had been inspired to give her some great tongue and had gobbled up plenty of second-hand dog cum, too.After she got her rocks off on Caroline's nimble tongue, Darleen stretched out along the couch, one foot on the floor, the other on the cushions, her knee raised and her thighs parted.Her cunt had gone off like a volcano.Now it was simmering gently, satiated and yet tingling, ready to get hot again.Caroline was. My pants are gone, and Caroline is gently massaging my clit with two of her fingers. She spreads my open legs farther apart and begins licking my pussing outside of my lacy barrier. I squeal and writh as the pleasure is taken further when she hooks my underwear and pulls them quickly down. She lowers her head and burries her face between my legs. Her tongue slides in and out of my slit, and her fingers on the left hand and massaging my clit, and the fingers on the right hand move in and out of.