? Worship my cunt."Soon her verbal urgings gave way to soft moans and grunts, and she rocked her hips and ground her pelvis on me so furiously that I ...hought my jaw was going to snap. My tongue was no longer central to her excitement; now she was simply fucking my face. She cooed softly and moaned loudly and her gyrations became so frenetic that I knew she was close to orgasm. Overcome by the sensation of being captured by her cunt, I reactivated my tongue inside her, and her body reacted with. She was humming in lust of her own as she worked me with her mouth, sending vibrations all the way to my brain. I lost myself in the sensations of Madeleine’s oral ministrations, and I congratulated myself on my success in teaching her how to do it. Oral sex had been part of our sex life almost from the beginning, and Madeleine had been eager to learn. This was just another example of how much freer the French were in sexual matters. Most nice young American wives of that period would never be. Very low neckline showing her huge cleavage, with matching 3” heeled court shoes. The dress was split to the thigh showing off her lovely legs.They were introduced to Claire and Simon.Claire was stunning in a so, so skin tight white dress which was totally backless and almost no front as well, and split to almost her waist. No underwear lines visible to spoil the look. With the killer heeled sandals she was the epitome of sex on legs. Her blonde hair shimmering in the lights.Simon wore a white. ” She sagged in her chair. “It could be Barry.”“You’ve been seeing Barry?” I was astounded and leapt to the wrong conclusion. “During the week? And then coming to me at weekends? What–?”“No!“ she shouted. “How could you even think that? Just listen!”I was beginning to feel disappointment in her, sadness, and tendrils of angry resentment. “I think I’d better, and this had better be good, Helen.”The tears were coming more freely now, but her look was aggrieved. She took a deep sobbing breath and.