He’d overheard enough talk over a pint or three at the local pub to know she was the subject of much speculation, most of it lust fueled. And who co...ld blame them? His gaze wandered over her body, only a thin white shift hiding her treasures from him. She was slender, but the slenderness of a young woman, rather than a boy. Her breasts although small, were perfectly proportioned upon her, her narrow waist making them look larger than they actually were. She had the body of a dancer, a fitting. I started kissing her on her stomach, inching my way, closer to her sweet pussy. The closer I got, the stronger the smell of male/female love juice. Did she really do it, fuck the handsome steward on our wedding night? I couldn’t believe it! As I approached her labia, I parted them with my tongue and drove it deeply into her cunt. There it was, that unmistakable taste of a man’s semen, thick and salty! ‘Oh yes baby, lick my sore pussy, and eat his sweet cum. He must have shot at least three. My turn now." She offers "that" look with her endless green eyes, and firmly grabs his hand and leads him inside for her revenge.Stepping inside the door, Lana swings his body round to press hard against the wall. Evan's eyes widen as she kisses him hard as her hand finds his belt buckle. Stripping his slacks and boxers off, his pent-up hard shaft raises to her heavenly touch. His groans of pleasure escape his lips. Lana bends and lowers on a silenced knee, lips part as her eyes stay fixed upon. ’ I just smiled at her, “Remember you wanted this.” She instantly sighed in her throat knowing that I was right. I came up to her and lightly dragged my finger along the front of her chest slowly until my finger reached just above her velvet opening. I lightly tapped my finger right above her slit and spoke aloud, “Hmmmm. I wonder what I should do next?” Amanda remained quiet but I could tell she was wondering the same question. The juices running down her leg told me that she wanted a release.