She crawled onto the bed with him stopping between his legs.While looking into his eyes, she dipped her head to his cock and circled it with her tongu.... She continued this for several minutes until he was moaning and pushing it towards her for more. She slowly took more of him, but she never moved quickly and always made him want more before continuing.He reached for her head, but she caught his hand and pinned it to the bed with surprising strength. He couldn’t pull it from her grip. Soon the. Do you know where he is?"Vince eyed the pretty blond. In her flirty sundress and heels, Jen had turned a lot of heads walking through her husband's firm. But Jen felt uneasy with Vince's eyes on her. At the firm's last Christmas party he had made a pass at her, feeling her up and kissing her. She remembered that his breath stank of garlic and vodka. Vince was overweight, and she remembered his big stomach pressing against her as he groped her breasts. He later apologized, but she remembered. ...to explain such a thing to 'normal' people. That is one of the reasons we must move almost constantly, never staying longer than a few months to a year in any one place. We do not age; we survive wounds that would be fatal for most humans, provided we don't suffer any substantial damage to the brain. We can grow old if we choose - although most of us choose not to – but we cannot die of old age. Eventually, the primal instinct to survive present in all people overrides our conscious thought. ‘Oh ya, mmmmm, that feels so good’. His tongue quickly moved to the top of my thighs.. and oh, is he in for a surprise… there is no bearier waiting for him covering my cunt, NONE!! I had taken my panties off on the plane the last time I was in the loo. ‘Gyz… you’re killing me here,’ I hear him softly moan, and before I have time to do more than open my mouth to sigh, his hot tongue has plunged straight into my hot, juicy cunt. My hips drive off of the car and into his waiting hands, his tongue.