Every time she came close to orgasm, I backed offand kissed her thighs for a moment, waiting for her panting to slow abit before continuing my onslaug...t. After I had teased her a thirdtime, now dabbing her clit with my tongue, feeling her squirm, shegrabbed my hair painfully and pulled my face towards her with supremefrustration. With that effort, I stabbed my tongue inside her as far asI could and tickled her exposed clit with my finger in a circle. Aftera few short seconds, she began to. This girl hadn’t even pretended.“Now, I’m sure Carol didn’t sleep around. I was her second man in a couple of years. Still, her boy friend did. Whether she caught him on his first cheat or on his hundredth, she, let alone us, will never know.”“And before her?” she asked.“I had to satisfy myself. I’m not really a great social animal.”“You developed your cunnilingual skills on her?”“I read a book,” he said, “after Carol. Seemed to me that that was something that couldn’t develop instinctively and. “I guess we have to get up. What time is it?”I glanced over her shoulder at the clock. “It’s 8:45, my dear.”“You mean we’ve been going at it for two hours, again? Holy Hell, Tommy. I bet I’m going to be sore tomorrow. My pussy hasn’t had this sort of workout in ages!”“I suspect that my cock may have a bit of wear on it as well.” I winked. I rolled off the bed and stood up. “Let’s get moving, Hon. I’ll wash your back for you in the shower.”Loren took my hand and I helped her up. “Oh, my legs are. "Wait, what are you doing?" Erin protested. It was clear that she was really getting into the scene. "This is just a waste of time," I explained. "There's no story here, it's just fucking. You're not missing anything, trust me. I'm skipping ahead to the next good part." Since I started this job, I've lost interest in watching sex-scenes. They're mostly all the same, more or less, and after seeing so many of them, my mind starts to wander from erotic thoughts to more practical issues - like.