She was ready to be taken and with my engorged c*** pressed up against her belly she knew I was ready for her. We fell onto the bed and I slid down be...ween her taunt thighs spreading her legs open for me I dove in and began licking her c*** furiously she panted and squealed as I worked my tongue up and down her labia and when I snaked my tongue between her labia she grabbed on to the back of my head pulling em in closer to her sweltering p**** she was bucking her hips against me as I flicked my. I laughed, and….still bent over the pool table….looked back over my shoulder and said, “It worked, Mr. C…looks like you’re pretty good at this.”He chuckled and replied, “Nah…you just need to let the stick do the work.”Since I wasn’t trying to wriggle away from him, Mr C figured he had a green light and began pawing my tits more aggressively. With one hand still squeezing one of my boobs, he used the other hand to reach between us and pull my panties down to my knees, then flipped my skirt up. The only problem was her virginity. This would not seem to be a problem. In fact, when she had been drinking and finally loosened up enough to admit she had never so much as seen a penis before, I almost came on the spot. Sleepless nights thinking about her body, never seen, never touched, haunted me for months before she finally let on that we might take the first step. I answered the door that night to see Steph in a short cut top, covering her B cup breasts and slim jeans showing off her. He rubbed and squeezed them. He pushed my pants down my thighs, past my knees, to my feet and pulled them off. He moved his hands up my legs, using his nails to lightly scratch me. His nails ran up the insides of my thighs and barely touched the lips of my pussy, just enough to tease but not satisfy. I reached for his belt and unbuckled it. I snapped the button on his jeans and pulled down his zipper, being careful not to catch his cock in it. I pushed his jeans off his hips and he lifted his.