“Sometimes the clichés are rooted in truth, you know.” She sighed again, and lazily ran her nails down Jonathan’s belly. “But I was still hor...y. That’s where Wilma came in. And the chat rooms and the gay porn.” She smiled at him crookedly. “It just now occurs to me,” he said slowly, “that what led us to this point was you wanting to watch men have sex, but we haven’t talked about it at all since I came over last night.” She grinned at him, and let her fingertips drift down his belly and under. ..Taking my tongue and slowly sliding it into her pussy I was tasting her hot sweet juices. I slipped it in, she was very wet, I slid it backwards and forwards, then I slowly tasted her clit. This was going to take some time, her clit needed a lot of attention.. she gasped, she shuddered, she moaned.I slowly licked her clit like a cat licking a saucer of milk, slow slow licks. Pushing a finger into her pussy, one only, slowly exploring her pussy. More slow licking of her clit, I felt. Whenever he came, he was given a number of tasks like chopping fire-wood, digging the ground around the coconut trees, mending the roof, so on and so forth. He was punctual most of the time, and when he was not punctual the old woman would scold him. He seemed like a friendly person to me. I liked to watch him work and he seemed to like to talk with me. He would tell me about his village, the festivals there, his wife and his many quarrels with her. My mother also liked to talk with him. She. She was not a virgin, but she had only been with 2 guys. My bed was in the corner so I sat with my back on one wall and she sat with her back against the other. I slowly was stroking my cock and she spread her legs. Her left leg was resting on top of my right leg and where they met was like fire. She started with her fingers. One hand she used on her nipples, alternating between tits and the right hand was working on her pussy from the outside. She was pretty much staring at my cock and when I.