She tells me no and tells me go lie down on the bed. i think im in trouble now. she asks if had any experience with girls? i say not really. she sa...s thats ok. so if your turned on over me do u wank over me before? i admit that i have before. well show me what u do then when u have fun over me. i dont do anything, this is a trap or a dream. go on then why bother with images when the real thing is here she says. im stuck still, cant move. she then yanks my trousers down to reveal the. I slipped my finger through her slit and it was oozing a slick wetness. Inspecting my finger, I saw it was covered in this strange liquid. Dr. Eve’s eyes were closed as if in ecstasy. I smelled and tasted the stuff on my finger. There was nothing in my world to compare the taste and odor with. It was...sublime.An unnamed desire brought my face closer to her vulva and my tongue darted out to taste this substance without the aid of a finger. It tasted better than the best food prepared by the. As I reached, I asked her where is her husband to which she said he is out of town for work. As I was looking at her set top box cables, her pallu dropped as she was trying to look at the cables. I was looking at her cleavage when she caught me staring at her.She laughed so loud that I felt really embarrassed. I said sorry to her. But she said it’s okay and natural at my age to get curious about these things. I told her that she is really beautiful and most of the boys must have been after her. ‘I guess so, … yes, quite.’ ‘Sandy has told me a little about you.’ ‘Not too much, I hope,’ I replied, beginning to wonder how direct Vivienne’s curiosity was as she smiled with a slight shake of her head: ‘That you’re a gymnast and going to Columbia, and that you are a New Yorker.’ ‘Yes, that’s about all there is to know,’ I replied, appreciating that she was only wearing lipstick, maybe a little eyeshadow, but maybe not with her teint, less than most New York girls, which was nice. ‘And you?’.