I was touching and kissing her all over..and as i was rock hard,worshipping every inch of her body, she reached down and unzipped my pants and pulled ...hem down whit my underwear too in a single motion..let me tell you that even if it was fast i can still remember like it was yesterday her hand going for my cock while we were kissing,grab it and immediately palpate it to try to understand if what she was feeling was all that there was to feel down there..i remember her switching grip,from her. He complied moving lower and diving between her thighs. He didn't go directly for her pussy though, instead he started licking and kissing her thighs cleaning her juices from her and working toward her lips. As he finally started on her pussy she shook almost cumming there and then. "I forbid you to cum yet Larain. You have to wait a little longer." His voice held her an edge from the precipice were the orgasm she needed threatened to engulf her. He kissed her lips blowing on them,. They had lost touch when he moved away and married. She had met him while still in high school. By this time she was working over night at one of the resorts in town and he was living in Washington. She said the calls were more and more frequent to the point where they started having phone sex. She asked if I was mad and I told her that I had no room to judge or be upset and if she enjoyed what she was doing then she should continue. For weeks she would come home and relate to me the call. “Do you have any more?” she asked, returning to the bed. “Of course, I do.”Instead of exiting shortly after cumming in her mouth, it seemed I’d be sticking around for a while. Not a total loss, I suppose. She was a fine-looking girl, 23-years-old, from Tennessee or some bumfuck like that. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas you know… like all silly girls from the heartland, she decided she could open her legs, or mouth, for any schmuck like me that said she was beautiful. Except, she’d opened.