He stuck his tongue out and ran it along the hairless groove of her sex. He used it to tease the swollen flanges of her labia. He lifted his head up a...d kissed the opening to her sex. His tongue slithered up and dabbed against her clitoral hood.Any doubts on whether she liked that were answered swiftly as her body stiffened in pleasure and she clamped his head between her thighs."Oh yes," she sighed.She blew a stream of warm air that tickled over his penis. After blowing a big load into her. Having been a student for most of her life she was well accustomed to be instructed how to think. What she resented about the Sociology classes was their contrary insistence on WHAT to think and also who to hate.“Hey, Vi,” called out Jenny as she walked in from the kitchen.“Hi, Jen.” Violett answered. She set down her backpack and looked through the mail. “How was your day?”“Not bad. How about yours?” Jenny sat down on the couch and put her feet up.“My life is imitating Art with a spooky. Narrowly averting ahernia. But it was nevertheless a great show of macho strength.After he took the cases into the apartment, I got a good look at him.And liked what I saw. He appeared to be two or three years older thanI. He was wearing a tight tshirt that showed lots of muscles. Hisface was quite handsome, though I found myself fixated on his hands.They were huge. And his fingers were [gasp] heavily callused.They reminded me of the workmen Mom and Daddy would have into the housefor. I slowly kiss that area then lightly nibble on it, I am nearly thrown from your body with your wild writhing. ‘You beast, you know what that does to me’ rings out from your nearly breathless body. I press my lips to your ear and softly whisper, ‘yes I do know what this does to you’. Your hands caress down my back and lifts my shirt, finding the spot on my back that just a light caress will send me over the edge and into wild abandon. Pulling at each other’s clothes, we give ourselves to the.