Your vulvas are still full and flush from hearts pumping like mad. One of you is dripping that big load of sperm, so of course the other bends down, a...d surely one good lick deserves another. Naturally, the sight of two women's heads buried in each other's thighs is enough to make any dead man groan and live again. Or two women plying and playing his cock with dueling tongues. When all else fails, the old tickle the prostate never does. Even if the boy never does get bouncing again, it hardly. “We ought to go I guess,” I said reluctantly, “I have to do some ironing before I can go to bed!”“And so do I,” said Helene.We made our way out of the wine bar and made our way home. When we got to the road where my flat was, Helene said, “Is that the road you live down?”“Yes that's the one, but I will walk you home first.”“You don't really have to but thank you, that would be nice.” It seemed that I struck at least some of the right chords with Helene. We didn't hold hands as we walked but as. I always chose a moment when her hands were full and she couldnt fight me off so easily.As the day wore on we both drank endless amounts of cups of tea to keep us going which of course leads to a full bladder.After teasing her several times she needed to go to the toilet.With it being just the 2 of us in the house she would leave the door open while on the toilet.During one trip to the toilet I needed to go myself so waited for her to finish but my naughty side took over me and I went in and. "Why don't you ask me to dance, mister?" I would, except I can't dance." This was almost true. I could dance, but didn't want to make a fool of myself by staggering around with her while I was already more than half in the bag from all those earlier drinks I'd finished. "What's your name?" I go by Sue Lee. I don't much care for the name my mother saddled me with. Earlene. She named me after an old aunt of hers." She made a pouting face as she told me this. "If you don't want to dance with me,.