I want to lick every part of you, moving down your body to your legs, nuzzling and kissing the soft skin of your thighs before focusing attention on y...ur pussy. I pause just above it, letting my breath softly caress your skin, anticipating your taste, before I plunge my tongue into your warm wetness, thrusting it into you, then sliding it upward to your clit. Your legs wrap around my neck and your hands reach down to my head, trying to pull me even closer, but I resist. I know how to please. She was quite wet and moaning loud. In no time she put both her feet on my shoulders and vigorously moving her pussy on my lips. She had held my hair and was pushing me inside her pussy. Though it was tough to breathe yet I managed to give her a blasting orgasm by inserting my tongue in her pussy and flicking it.I though that would give her some rest but realised she had gone more aggressive than before. She threw me on bed and took my dick in her mouth like a lollipop. Her tongue was doing. It was, by this time, about 7 pm and we went out into her garden with a bottle of red and a couple of glasses. “When are you seeing the Royal College archivist?” I told her. “Can I come with you? We could stay the night in an hotel and have a nice meal. I don't mean that I’ll come to the college, just make a day of it. I can see a few friends during the day. Also, make a night of it.” She grinned.“That would be great but,” I hesitated.“But what?”“If we’re going to make a night of it,. Daily chats about how our days were and what not. She was good in English conversation and she enjoyed the opportunity to converse in English. I waited for her to open up. And she did. She started telling me about how she was in an unemotional relationship. I still waited. Most of the times I took the side of her husband. Our online chats moved to telephone conversations. She would call me late nights and we would talk. Slowly we were falling for each other. Still we never talked about.