But I persisted -- kissing first her young, smooth thighs, then the front of her pussy. My hands gently took hold of her thighs, and spread them apart... just enough so that my tongue could stroke her slit.Sure enough, once my tongue got to her slit, I found that it was wet and well lubricated. My tongue found her clit, and started its slow, but relentless, stroking and licking.Lynne relented to my attack on her pussy, and loosened the pressure on her thighs. I was able to get my fingers between. Good fucking, no? Finally we got out of the water, me putting my wilted cock back in my pants, her pulling up her bottom. We decided to have our picnic there under the cottonwood. It was a simple lunch, just sandwiches, potato salad, and chips of several kinds. Nothing fancy. We ate our lunch and watched the boating activity. There were still lots of sailboats cruising far out on the lake, but some of the fishing boats had moved closer. You could just make out the people in them but not too. They had a farm and were really close to the earth. That was part of why she had developed the attitude she had, seeing animals fucking since a young age and trying out neighbor boys as kind of a copycat. She quickly discovered it was a real easy thing to do and the size of what they had hanging didn’t matter as much as how they used it and how they treated her. She quickly found out that sticking to one guy got boring and he began to take her for granted. Whenever you’re competing for. I let his sperm spill out onto my stroking hand. I knew from stroking myself that orgasms are so much better if I didn’t stop, so I kept my mouth on him until he finished releasing his delicious load. The taste and feeling of his jizz made my whole body tingle.He caught his breath and ran his fingers through the back of my hair. I watched as his cum covered cock began to soften and kissed it lovingly. I didn’t want to moment to end. “That was incredible!” he said. “I loved you doing that to.