He grinned from ear to ear at the sight of my clit sticking out from under its pink shell. Then he greedily sucked my clit and pussy lips into his mou...h and worked his tongue deep into me as he hungrily lapped up my juices. But when he moved up and began to circle my clit with his tongue and suck on it the same way he had my nipples, I was in heaven and disbelief.Clint was a real natural. In my experience, most men didn't or only made a poor attempt at eating pussy. I have had, or I should say,. Open your mouth."Now that was something I could do. "Pull down your pants," I said lustily. "This is going to be the best blow job you've ever had." Yeah," he said snidely. "But it's not going to be the kind of blow job you give your Johns." He pulled a gun from his pocket and stuck the barrel in my mouth. "This is going to be the kind of blow job where I blow your slutty brains all over the fucking walls."I tried to talk. I tried to beg him for my life, but with the gun in my mouth I couldn't. I particularly like the single camera ones, strategically placed to give a good wide view. The woman, home alone, decides to play. Again, a key for me, is this takes place in the lounge, not the bedroom. Yes, like most women, I’ve sometimes gone up to bed, stripped completely naked and got my toys out. But, from experience, I’ve done it, in the lounge, a thousand times. A little tingling sensation, maybe aroused from something on late night television. A real give away to a fake, is usually the. You smile. You’ve never been to the cabin with me. You’re excited, you can’t wait to get there and see it. I’m excited too but not for the same reasons. You look hot in that short skirt and that top with your tits almost hanging out. Only another 30 minutes, and we will be there. I’ll have you to myself until tomorrow. There’s smoke coming out of the chimney, good. My husband told me he would have the cabin ready for us. I park the car, we look at each other. ‘Are you ready for.